STEVEN TOUSSAINT

 


THE GROUND

 

I embrace the bulk whole

as foregatherance
into cloud step, eddying, formative but for deposits of cloud

abruption of cliff face sheer, downgrowth
commensurable with drought ends longing

as solstice parades
brilliantine by dredged embankments
brine seamed, milked at alpine view
is anyone there, is
anyone left
alive as white aster, as stars

hoove the ground
each order othering

to a bellows

 

 


TYPO 16