Friday, July 1, 2011

Beckon Its Frame.

it will trill high

along the wire

the line itself is moving

and within the hour

told them
told them up
where the escarpment looked out alone
or a massif
with only the single abode
a discus or shelf
hanging out from raw muscle

in the drafts of its being
spaces where dances could come
the bending of the fruit
to the plot
of the filling
and pads

axle holds mirror

or if the trees that were planted there
slowly came inside
as the building opened
or grew

the whole view

a saucer large enough
for a hundred birds at a time

as if for sun
the emblem had
a gentle thrashing

water to beckon
its frame
for holding.