Aliens live
In households on the moon.
Volcanic rock
Juts out of Crater Lake,
Full-grown Pines
Dwarfed by distance.
Boats at harbor
In a sleepy Alicante afternoon,
Petticoats bordered
With intricate lace,
The inquisition of the renaissance.
Lime trees in Javea,
Up away from the sea,
A blinker on a buoy
Marks territory.
The rule of shifting sands
In water about your ankles
Ends.
The water, thereafter,
Is deep.
Tablecloth over Table Mountain,
Aliens live on mushrooms
From Voronesh meadows,
Garnished with saucy hope. |
