Monday, May 14, 2012


There by the green valley
and by the grace of 'green valley'


as if the noise of fools at dinner
were a warren of narren

et din:

and what had rain
drops pelting the lid
were hid

how lightly goes the child goat
(like a ballerina on a frozen moat)_
out from the keep
and into the wood

where the Eridani
gather amber

if amulet augur awl

and pack it up
on asses

and bawl out
into the green crevice