‘springy sunset’

from The Reading

She closes her eyes
Sees the after image of the
dead iris she holds
Sits on the box of the future
Though feels the livid sun
thrown by the shade of the palm
Digs her feet into the soil
envisions the metastases
earth jarred
in its axis

The violet man is sretched out over
five points on the wheel on yin-yang
ions are visible in the negative light
stars cascade in and out of the pull
of the wheel
Two gods run for cover.