come out
the way
you meant it to?
Would any bright cocktail
of gadabout words
go down as
rococo
as your point
of view?
*
Just tell them—
how the leaves
looked black
in the last light
as the canopy
and the loam beneath
unhurriedly
equalized.
*
At last, the night sky
was so
phosphorescent-bright
with the staggering
pollution
of downtown lights
that words
had no meaning—
the rock bottom
you were needing.
