1.

The mind on a low burner: 

2.

From a clapboard tavern squat on the edge 
of a marsh: egrets descend and disperse:
a nebula regrets its leave from upper darks. 

3.

Holding the infant, we wonder: had we 
conceived a wilderness? Her cry: pine needles 
shuffling in the gust. 

4. 

A gutted basilica on a dawn-silvering horizon, 
the copula illuminated like a second rising sun.

5.

Tug free the chancel lamp swinging within you. 
For all who need a grave, our grounds are open. 

6. 

Heaven is no somewhere but somehow.