from Focus.

from Focus.

the world expands

you in you

more than uproars

more than this

breath in the tremulous

morning's back

geese call rank

and file

sky-door

door-sky

adornments

fall forward

with fancy

and then not

so much more

I am the

bruised moon

wanting

your smile and

feet again

let the cold

unfold

insensate smuggles

you have been

breathing all day

let me

tidy your floor