THE TALL TREES
1
Under a stationary sky
Constance dances,
earthen in dark glasses
and false nose she gravitates
and cultivates steadiness, holding
out to climaxes that
refuse admittance
in dark glances and false
notes, hands slammed
to the ground
2
Under a mushroom canopy
in the dream ballet, where
madrigals gather, change
chants nightly
where the tall trees
with rainladen leaves
bust out
in blue crepe, spill
worms, hail
eros, hail ion
3
And did it storm
and dampen loam
as we unbuttoned sheets of
ether, caressed, and slept.