Ocean Path
You with the paintings
the roots of your teeth required of you
the museums of parks stars and night lights
mirrors of the sky open readings
of your face in love
changing the material of your arms
torso legs your whole body
here and there the earth is breaking
everywhere is green or brown
rivers are full of moons
cats full of hills
an afternoon is a bird
of shaky blue green
sweets
deep in a glass of beer
hurry be done with it
squeeze what’s left into
the days
the path of thorough branches
armor for
oceans hiding
inside a tea bag
an empty great
beautiful tree
two suns tilt faces
crystal tempests of knowing
taking up a residence
as the night crashes on down
and water runs clear
in a wonderful empty place
down the street
(For Dad, passed 3-30-2008)