Muck spectacular! In the ankle-lisping scrub-shrub I test the delirious trees. How long will they clamor to embower me? The rain equivocates, wanting to rise as steam before it falls as water & extracts my promise to be hotter after. I promise to be hotter after. I gather the willow’s weepings in my sleevelessness & discipline myself to believe in a destiny they sketch. In this first dalliance with the capacity to leaf, my waist plays celibate. Into the piney widowmaker’s warning that lust domesticates, I infuse my haze-day dream: This rain is a home. That lake is a room. The minnows are windows in my every wall. I swoon. How will I ever set fire to the woods if it continues to be as wet as this? Winsome duplicity! Around a twitchy center the willow branches steer & swat me.