The Sky Red as Your Name Written in a Letter (i)
the dead dance throughout the night
fold themselves into the apparition of leaves
friend to friend, toe to stem
on rooftops along green-red neon streets
theatre of lines
a pavilion of shadow
a circus of algebraic dreams
a cathedral for an ant’s home dug into a corner of a Mews stable
a child, scampering sings and clongs
the prayers in the backroom behind the dishwasher’s sink
the falling rock like thunder from the height to the bay, crackle
and who shall share the joy under which the trees and pinecomb blossom
you or your children long in their summer running
the muddy gallop toward distance and an oracular sea
where stands the cottage we drew up and shaped with clay
nail, gum, animal bone, and upholster wire
others bond face to face, but
for us, the bond walked shoulder to shoulder
sleeping rough and in language
we construct the world
tying love together with unwritten poems
