- Augury
Like a second sunrise another option rises with a plume of smoke. To this hard sorcery
I ask how to omit you with all these indivisibles bleating in my chest? And the soft geometry
Of dark curls, my hair twisting around your finger like fresh rope on an arrow. Say it again
Confused as coil that you envy the tidy logic of the bricklayer. Of the other side
We will never pass wed to the bread of burden and the water of trouble. No marvel, this debt
Blooms our hair to hyacinth, angering the bees. But if the sky is so estranged why this sunlit key? [End Page 140]