THROUGH WALLS
Stomach:lonely.

Curled up in the
familiar ring
she went to sleep.

What a world, little churl!

Raw grass blades and
these spear-headed weeds,
dishevelled.

Sun glancing.

Heat
did not
come home

to whom?

As if porous. . .

Passing through

*

Hungry for a garden's
whispered care.

Those blues and pinks.

Who has
saved some for you

may part
the afternoon from an evening
looked to, and
looking back
or down on our
walled-off suspense.

"There's more," we are
to understand.

Excreting one more
link, and putting
a leaf back
on either side, a fin, a stroke, this
slow progress.

*
The awful thing
if every spurt
left him--

Anonymous Phrase--

in hereand there it
surfaces
under the hidden eyes of
Brer Fox and Brer Bear.

"Nana, na, nana."

*
Ready tongue.

Coming back at
her sister, then
willing
to address the world's
intelligent and
uninhabited designs.

Most at home when
well-known
words come through
the metal
wires, the unseen
"transformers"

saying
". . . reminds me of my home
far away."

Rae Armantrout