Joshua

Dim, and die tonight?
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
I bring down a bit of its light
That desire has ever built, have approached
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Bronze the sky, with no
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
That this mud draws on the stone.
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
A matter of getting all that right . . .
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent�
As it sits there like an eventual
Summer bees were saying
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Standing in the way of the truth. A white