Red Thread(s)

from The Ides



milky ink
slow tide

walked through
it


blue-black

bells in the distance


*


Dream

a mark erased


*


water-stained pictures

memory-word

FALL


*


iron gall

in the morning

a peculiar quality

of local light


point of pen

hoverring


*


the end of
daylight


evening

a single

star


*


flower

within the threads
a coil of wire

a bead of water
holds it


*


strings,


lines


*


curve of
garden theory

salt-edged
crown
beds


*


ever fast
ever slow


Tilda in the bluebells


*


distant sounds

a sign
a sigh

a breath upon the page
stirs it


and moth dust


*


I reckon
by leaves

patterns of ash

a single feather
in the wake

of it


Smoke

the ebbing line.