sunrise in a small city

mine is bertrams if
and the power of summers
bounty
word
will never see clearly
love dearly
who would see mother living
must unmake me

sleeping near a hero
it was the rain pouring
over the sound of background trains
cars trucks busy busy highway
repeating varied in tone and volume motor whine passing by
sometimes low fast quiet waterspray
hero sleeping over by woodstove
sometimes soft quiet low gentle snoring
rocking rhythmic gentle imploring
hero for clean waters
meaning
every heart and cell
of every living thing
and the living rock and run
atmosphere biosphere
lungs soil mantle magma space
seemingly vast lonely empty always space
the hero rests
briefly on a journey to certain
sea around between
mountains honesty justice please

neither rite
nor art
can arrange a random arrival
to this moment
of diverse beautiful everyone here

full moon was an ice crystal halo
took half the mountain sky starting from center
no light is refracted at angles smaller than twentytwo degrees
rain for the dry ridges and valleys
low streams and rivers
unreliable but as certain
counting stars or wandering moon dogs
falling leaves just
eyes are the melting halo reflected
the rain is already in the dirt rocks trees leaves walking flying
hills are swells colored autumn leaves plankton rising to surface
mountains are billows
ridges are rollers
all the autumn leaves eyes burrowing walking flying the dappled sea
i ride on a fossil fuel ribbon thru
ocean of mountains swallow me
waves of mountains slowly subside
ripples of mountains into alluvial shore
on to ocean of water wanting mountains
one is the other the other is one
oceans and mountains
we are both love and nothing more

may the drumming in the basin penetrate the alluvium
and more
may the drumming nacotchtank heal the atmosphere
and more
may the drumming piscataway be the heart of the people
and more
may the drumming chocolate city
drumming
continue.
mr pinkham from the twelfth balcony
take a swan dive cliff style
open arms land as a phoenix near a beating drum,
mr america from the flag pole(s)
bars captured stars medieval castles
softly flutter down last flight,
ms haaland come out to the balcony
welcome your people
strong and magnificently dance their demands
consecrate action,
mr joe expect your self
your people have spoken are speaking
on to your horse out of the peaceful park
people versus fossil fuels literally dying
we can’t have both

stunning glasssteel k-streetification
anacostia wetlands
sprawls backside
hqdrome of surveillance
sprawls backside into other centuries boom bust boom bust
slow dark tunnel
emerald city of fraught healing
military industrial relics operating caves
silted estuary rivermouths glorious sunrise into bunkered mustard gas
ceded susquehannock estuary leaving
krylon on concrete slow is smooth
empty ballfields groomed backyards trampolined sprawlamenity
gravel lots spare pipes parts machinery sprawlindustry
distribution warehouse doors and doors and doors sprawlmojo
sidetracked bombfuel on wheels sprawlblood
stretches woodedge corn hay field sprawlceding
refinery soaring landfill tips of delaware memorial bridge
washington
wilmington
bidington
oblivington

on a hill where the tiber was swampoodle
nacotchtank
predawn moon the grace over capitol dome
synthetically bright light twentyfirst century tents
foregound in walks dry fountains
just where rolling steel ends
in a hall
manipulation of space
frigidarium tepidarium caldarium

arriving people from allover
arriving old black sun from long ago for burning
from daysaway uplifted now soaring swamps

people in
synthetically bright light twentyfirst century tents
are not so welcome in columbus circle
as they are by a mischief
predawn moon

meanwhile our minutes away patricia
cozy thankyou in gated urbia suburbia
quiet are our moments our fascist soul
do i pretend my ennui is anger
will be made to sever the ducts of old black sun
by sun just now
and oxygens stuck just now with old black sun