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