Psaltery & Lyre

Two Poems

Maybe, a certain white-crowned sparrow / carries our mother’s name into the dark

Somewhere along the line, I bought the whole thing—to the point where, years later, it still casts a shadow over the life I live now.

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Heaped like spring fleeces, like gold / dragon-hoarded, the waters wait for her will, / they wait to be laid down, like wine without vintage.

God is like a poet, Kierkegaard once said to / the confessor’s ear of his journal

I want to see it / splay in its glimmer bed

Light-shot. A chain of lives / Just like elephants, or midges.

Turn the ship around / for the holiness / of open water: / / your beam and mast, / magnificent.

Bed-shape all day, window by the freeway's / carnival whispering . . .