By and by a rivulet
On my back laid ou
laid out to dry by the afterjoy, juniper and vine,
of blue-berried sun behind sheets like roseskin
dew hangs the air above a monocle poised over
black, the homuncule; perched as a blue-bellied
bird against wicker-man, skeletal ligature, it’s
wings dipping into yellow unbleached bone.
