ekleksographia #1

Chest creases slowly crossing over, pull
of the gentle breast    first in her big sister    this
mobile, shifting flesh   skin that can be moved
on, a pictogram trail    silver in the sun, wants
tracing or is it drawing?   “no, both” says someone
to their mobile as the girl-crowd gets on   taking
texting the aisle it’s Friday night – come on, come on  
broad back neck of the male flushes, looking at that
skin, look at that   bare legs in October, wait
ing on the corner for Kim, hair flaring up with
each passing car electric   she won’t give them
the satisfaction, her thick-veined thin hands
folding tight to her bag
 

Suspension, Scotland

trees        lent a over
    dwelling    turn
    through night        darker
row row row
frame facing frame
        no dream
quality in green
    ovals
spindle poplars
d/raining late winter dusk
    dreich as it goes
    landing        hotel hall
humming creak,  a crease
    call, city bird
    no mourning

Outside Orangery

pond through                        what do you have
    steps on                 to do     what’s next
branches or                        got to see
    reeds                    got to see

moorhen  head                    politics behind
    pushing each                the door
stroke forward                    oh
    and round                there she is

leaf crust                        valentine
    layer under                do you
frost                            matter

bullfinch white                    laughing   will
    streak catches            they know
cold sunlight                        how to do it right

ice like scum                    are there buds yet