from A Dearth of Prose
Have you sought the rabid stream
dowmstream some eager eye withholds
his symphony in a prologue
where the thickets of a rabid eye
scours out the bridal fare
of some unaware
and tidies up the sacred there
of floating dandelion hair.
Have you sought the peregrine
who swoops up in the oil painting
brushstrokes of blue and yellow fairy things?
I speak a misfit of nonsense
the drama I am stuttering
a prologue, and an entrance