Wholeday

the great lake takes its stone load off
itching shingles
rolling on among bedcovering clover
a flexiglass man in a hamburger hat
stuffs into a bag
shoots off
transistor canister cackling gutteral wash

we warm
each other
in the candle haze
metaphysic flares searing
the marvelled unsold world tuned
to shadow

listen
even the flowerfire rata is disturbed to a whisper

Trevor Reeves.