the sun sneaks into my dim room early
making the quiet quiet
it waits a long while
before it goes down
the lake is still, out there
between the nations
soon a moon, the swoon of tableaux
lining up
the radio not finding the channels so good,
it won't behave; my hand rising to clutch
the throat women bring
a day of such hours could be just everything
that planet whir
gravity
so many loves, the lips holding softly, on