| song
of the misdressed my
clothes
in your boat all
summer - where was
I? in the water, legless
with abandon, in the
water, begging
you for more folded
neatly
neath the gunwales,
tops and pants
and scarves - and I,
in
the water running
naked nearly, keeping
you capsized your
belt
round my hips all
summer, was I
faithful, was I
fishing,
was I pulling
you to shore? honey,
harvest
is a gathered
bunch of seaweeds
in a handful, home's
a misspent candle
that gutters all
night,
but sure as summer bridges
as the
moon pulls
into autumn, I will
hull here close beside
you, I will
lie down
to the tide Contact
Oiseau: General
Delivery, Argenta, BC, Canada, V0G 1B0
The art on this page is a detail from
the single copy book "To Bind a Villanelle," monoprint, 2005, nfs | turning
pages: on
acceptance on
Faithful and Howe quicksand the
carver this
spring's channels to
bind a villanelle disconnect |
