what bursts in the very moment of bursting is image -Gustaf Sobin Summer seems lessened— buds of cup- and-saucer scale to frayed extent. * Watching us the gull can limn from the edible the purely ornamental. * The slow yellow sun hones high wisps from low threats— planes of a charged hour bearing down on our wet heads. * Parched beach grass holds the dune— eleven lasts all morning. No meaning to assign yet to alewives laid eerily by the tide two-by-two * or your eyes as you stare, hardened to (not the blue of the Lake nor the blue of the sky but) the blue of a gray rock worn memento smooth. * Through bowlful redcurrant breakfasts I will recall this minute— steered to its brink then sank