To See the Earth Before the End of the World

EMPTY SKY

160 EMPTY SKY The day’s change emptied from my pockets: copper pennies on the desk surface, pads their water lily figure graphs as wet the shiny newness. The pond star not yet risen above the daily furniture of horizon, the desk polished to water I see just the thought of flower beneath. The coins cast the buy the gamble the act of faith in the offering pennies the luminous bread on the blotter a felt green pond water emptied of the changes the mind’s been through today returns a stillness. Bursts upward not so much the flower not smell— a radiant sting further up between the eyes from behind the ears from up the back of the neck the days changes emptied Pocket out of which is emptied the take 161 on flesh as sack of bones of walking craps winnings the day, jackpot in the body as container, entire nirvana lake of coin figures of blossom bells and whistles empties as it fulfills. This shirt off my back nakedness puts me in the street the dewy job or no job to undress from works or none done. I’ve lost everything to those pennies’ wakening of the surface on a desk only permanent as moving water or the changing light I draft thirst for. The bowl of my day turned up held out and the larger sky clear emptied into it This page intentionally left blank ...