I wholly intend
to use these
round words to get you
to see in your mind—the same
way that
I see in mine—
some pretty
carelessly strewn-
about thoughts
and to have to them appear—not just
within you, but
before you too; like so many
humble roadside
wildflowers in long and late-
morning sun-
light would—twiggy purple
burr brown-
red with shocks
of cottony
October yellow—the kind
that look just
haplessly right
at home no matter what. But how
am I going
to know how I'm doing? Wait—
wait—don't
ever tell me.
