Perennial Aubade

  1. Several impeccable crowns appeared
  2. announcing the season of kinesis
  3. of gradual collapse—thirty ditch-lilies now
  4. severed & (by my hand) arranged bedside
  5. where I've sat bolt-upright & rapt
  6. all morning (your lordly body still
  7. seized by sleep)—, I watch the linen ravel
  8. out of weave I see each thread release
  9. its seam— . . . & what next? Knowing
  10. you, another knot to nimbly undo.