Divine Honors

Vowels

Vowels Holes on the page the eyepicks up, the ear opens to, the /finds irresistible. Wide mouth bass drift on weeds by the dam's breach. A lake in upper New York state, a pond near Syracuse, both yield their fish to the lonefisherman in autumn, his monofilament line hissing and dipping over water. "Watch the bowl the line makes before fish strike," he calls, seating bait on his hook. Or, heather infields a purple glazed mist the bagpiper walks through, breaking stride only for the boulder, his pipes blowing for all Hell to hear. Get out of there! He touches her breast with his ear as she cradles him now, against an oval to break his heart so she moans, or he does touching her here. 92 He made of the sound a conduit path, a drumbeat to his heart, atraveling and when it arrivedhe exploded and burned, and fell ashes into the bass of it, the flower. So they begot music and were saved. And the ewe was in the thicket well used, and the fish ground in the mortar, and horseradish and another year turned. 93 This page intentionally left blank ...