Come June
As in, at the same time as chaos descended to the vessel
As in, when you side with the impulse you can go on
As in, what releases joy in the watcher
As in leaf cry
As in, pelican stills to a statue
As with, child untethered from his father
As in, those who came from the far side of the river
As in, he can’t go forward so he can’t go home
As, draw a box around anyone, she becomes a prisoner
As in, what remains when you confiscate a camera
As when she sets out to explore the walls of her confinement
As in a moth like a corner torn from an ivory silk kerchief
As in, do not disturb the white-headed dragonfly
As in the lapsed horizon
As, when wings flap furiously they become more light than substance
As in, not in your past, not in the past, nor in the pointillist present slapping the skylight
As in, meanwhile, let’s get clean. At least we can do that. At least we can do that
As in, and if this were the last summer
As in, come evening the watcher will ask a question
As in, he will be waiting in skirts at the crossroad
As in, then the dead will glower with phosphorus
As in the sadness of things
As in, at night, what the barred owls volley
As in, damselflies lock in a wheel for mating
As when a fledgling offers its scarlet gullet
As in, if the sea made a home for the missing passengers
As in lace-veiled wings and a fur-wrapped thorax
As, if it inscribed their names in oil
As in, mantle her with your wing
Turn it, and turn it, everything is in it
As in, shame, shanda
As in, time is a system of absences
As in, he covered all available scraps of paper with the tiny birds of his beautiful handwriting
As in, from where to where, my shadow, do you reach
As in, the flowers are animate, the animals bear intentions
As in, they crossed the river without a word for execute
As in, we had no house like the others