A Green Lamp
April 11, 2015 § 3 Comments
The sun guessed at green-sea globed light
falling and falling,
Rusty bone black as glitter grasses glancing into gilt,
frail-breasted bed stones,
thudding passengers compressed in oily pinnacles,
and stony river water beneath chattering shoulders
made the spade a green lamp.
Slow shadows dissolved into chuckling trees.
Gilt garden cones shook the sun through barred windows.
Branches of blue rings curved behind the backs of a great beast.