Another Horizontal Lyric
The yellow ball stays where the boy has thrown it,
stalled in the air inches from the nose
Of a leaping border collie who hangs a foot
above the ground. The boy’s arm is stuck
At a characteristic angle, cantilevered. In a lawn chair
his mother holds the brush that will never reach her toenail,
One drop of pink levitating just above her skin.
So many cars immobilized. A lawn mower founders,
Fountaining green. And in a dark bedroom, a woman
hesitates forever above the transfixed body
Of a lover, seized up for the incoming stroke.
Time is a mercy of completion, our nerves
Going up in meaningless smoke, our animal hearts released. 
Adornment on an Ancient Tomb in Tibet
Another Horizontal Lyric
Gall Themselves,and Gash
Hund’s Rule
Sappho
Thrombosis
Urn Burial