Two Poems from October
i. October rose up All root wet limbing and waiting lines A coastline obstructing itself I lost something in every room they got in how how how how, your dreams ii. The shoreline has regressed pleasantly Some hair fallen since, a dozen egrets, out my shrifting face Alms in the stream blood artifice gathered to breast When was it I knew my house to be falling apart When did I lift, for instance, an arm to eye or bend backward, corbel like, swung you your back to mine When was it ever September, tides pouring over When whales like men moved about the earth