Mayfly

a poem

Spring rose in her skin
all around her bright and brown
wakened as breathing wood
sun across her waters
astral mayflies in a fiery fervid zeal
greened shores and breezes
risen breasts and mortal
an arrow flash
a landscape of deranged laughter
held forth to disillusion
defying asthenia’s sure advent
a harmony of light and flesh
songs and proverbs
Jacob’s limp
impatient seasons and sex

a dead deer in the lake
ringed by poems
who keep their distance

all her aims gorged and wanton
playing in their own poverty
swallows wheeling portents
and yesters with concessions
mouths filled with liquid heat
(mouths full of dust)
hips raised and fluent
crescendo to chaos
patient sands and the sun’s silent turn
essence entire . . . possessed