grow overcast this morning germane

    to my love your quiet noises

  of and in the water

what I can’t quit I bring with me

    corrugated rock and orange daylilies

  like the skirt on Flaming June

and thank god for neither of us

    remember seeing her at the Frick

  so we can go together

and compare the sun to you

    James resplendent in mesh

  neon orange daylight

crowding out the clouds

    each temporary tattoo of the bird

  crossing the sky printed on our arms

filmy and obscure—riverlike in gesture

    stained with one streaky red

  the train completing this railroad apartment

somehow “in the country” which is to say

    its newness is all you

  the sand now turning as you say:

the cloud approaches the moon like a spaceship