one of my most unobserved gestures

is being) good
                       for making sure that it rains.
All the using of my mouth--the specimen planting,
the velvet lawn, the golden ring that came in
only yesterday--a swift, geometrical calculation
of possible charges, a glimpse
                                              of perdition.

Stepping out around the four-mile mark,
the horses that hadn't gone down swam
ashore the blue, blue ocean
by echo.
              And along
the pointing-up tower, the graveyard path,
there's stuff glittering under the skin.
You must be second-degree homicide,
preceded

                and followed
by a full stop. (The ending
is so vague,
                  yet

15Avril05

lines taken in part, then rearranged, from three books noted in the page title