III
sweet Persephone knocking on the ceiling

love your meads and love your flowers

should they be at the door

with my sheep and dogs round white boulders

chancing upon

ivy and impatiens

while flakes bind the ankles

of your sovereign sleep

dragging me towards the top of this building

 

 
II
you hear names they never knew

ivy and impatiens

yet can't remember

snow tiptoes on the valleys

blanket upon blanket

lost and found between satellite dishes

red centaurs take their time

indifferently repeated

while your alkaline soul turns over

a fragmentary signal

in the world of small changes
 

 
I
kneel for no cause

smile with no purpose

endless supply of grandmothers waving

petals and ties

the passport i forgot

dial hold step aside

and kiss on a grass-green pillow

the music will start in a minute

a window to a house with a door from the summer room

ivy and impatiens

with burnished clay riesling bells

there is almost always a slope however slight

a window

looking down to

blind whispers of

two fences clothes pegs guests in yellow and blue

above the silky dreams of insectivores