raindrops craze & soften lintels
mullions grade horizons & uprights
older houses volunteer spandrels
the cat sleeps beside me overnight
thru heavy rain, high tide — gentle
waves rock the cormorants, not white
but silver caps — boat-tailed grackles
wobble tree to tree, hold tight
to top branches, trust the muted rustle
wet leaves make — the goose shite
smearing the dock is gone, rain swilled
no evidence left behind to indict
the squatters, nothing but gray & white tendrils
sloughed raiment, muddied quills
Trilce 1
by Cesar Vallejo
Who’s making all that racket, and not even letting
the islands that linger make a will.
A little more consideration
as it will be late, early,
and easier to assay
the guano, the simple fecapital ponk
a brackish gannet
toasts unintentionally
in the insular heart, to each hyaloid
squall.
A little more consideration,
and liquid muck, six in the evening
OF THE MOST GRANDIOSE B-FLATS
And the peninsula raises up
from behind, muzziled, imperturbable
on the fatal balance line.
on the fatal balance line.
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