Calender

With you, I cast my net
over id’s silver ideas
that shoal beneath cell
walls like the stickles we
caught in summer lost,
and let go of. Pendulum
exposure is a postcard
from the road and I faint
and I laugh at our fate.
Concentrate velocity
diluted with spring water
has the autumn come too
soon and gone again. With
you I revere winter green
and celebrate in song the
lines that bind us all together
till the time when time is
done.