O go your way into his gates
My bones yes my bones were in the coral
under winter water's scandal sheet--
my herbs were stoned, prescriptions oral--a
textbook exhibit A, mispoisoned, & completely.
Diz aster. O kingly vassal! Borrowed
almonds rootless apples blood-tombed Eric
in the clay. A brown emotion. All undertowed.
Palm fleeced in shade. A gnarled mold.
O feeble-hearted... --April--scent-benign-intensity!
Your anagram... --the sun--the sun!
Light like... a crooked knife is--blinding me!
& who is she? Dark outline--in the gateway--graven
shade-- palm-leaf trowel in her hand-- a pilot?
Gardener? Who steals--delirious-- me from my plot?
Henry Gould | Island Road 86
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