Scene:
a house built on a salt pond.
Its neighbor, a house built between a tree's arms.
Echo of far-off walkers jeering,
shield of the flatbottom clouds.
Burnished shield of flatbottom clouds.
A woman leant from the window calls—
a table upends, two chairs on their backs—
“Is it night?
Night, again?
I didn’t know what time it was!
The moon and stars where singing,
and everything was ringing o’er you.”
-2004
