Lakeside

Pull!
my hair's frame
is memory and bent, rusting stains,
crushed glass eye (polished granite,
crumpled cupid's bow) and water trickle-
seizure-farmer's walk the censer clipping, name
a feeling (build a tower) give in and
foreclose upon the branches(i will
sleep upon) or bed or plot of
sticky air, cicadas, you(rusting lantern,
fresh votives)th always adding onto
plots. Always future haunts the past,
(leaves in silence, leaves in May or
treadpaths through the snow)
as tears on all your lovers' faces, always water flows