Waiting may be a form of praise
as may be waking late
without ever having slept
to unfold raw cards all
holders in attendance some thick
some vegetal
setting like the prickled sun
on the lean years of adulthood
which is only one of the things in the new swamp
I don’t believe in.
One imagines the crime of sight
revolving in a tender socket
new-mown and extra blue
committed like the sky
face up on the table—
a category for which there are no instances