I leave stones of ripples
my mouth spits out oaks,
, ancient rituals,
milk from St Mary’s breast, a crest of a hoopoe,
A tulip tree, yellow birch, eye-salmon rose
fiddlehead ferns, ruffed grouse, a flock of
ingrate spoiled insulated
Now, a shower after shower
a gestu after gestu
shindig after shindig
Mouth taps iron ghosts
keeps burning till
it brains forth
Between country and country, crocuses grow.
Do not regret a crocus when woods are on fire.
The storks align themselves with the lighthouses.
Hummingbirds calculate rates of return.
Between us a
of raw sea-weed