If the blizzard jumbles like a leather watch
Then the circuit storm was sorrow’s night
Where moonflowered raisins swell
Doting sparks mark marrow notch for notch
So the worth of a thousand-scallop stew
Reverses the waves, the tinkering hours
And the yew plants a story in the lea
(The lover’s cup: reedy ivory)
Starred, the leafy train schedules bark
A quince calls, will call, all thighs and crown
While coral light will right the heart’s cry hold
And back the tangled waters creep and fold
JANUARY 2007