Four Portraits Of Kira Sleeping

 

a simple blue  /  unphrased
      —   Basil Bunting, Odes

 

 

1
Patchwork bulk of sea-script.
Needlepoint night.
The last breath I hear
is always out
And the second hand

 

 

2
The courtyard
more lovely
than a fluorescent sconce.

 

A tremble
runs the length
of your body.

 

It is 2 am so why am I still
I will row I
hear oars

 

I will row this boat
toward the shores of
And I hear

 

you are mumbling
Gently toward you.

 

 

3
A little tumult in
unbuttoned calligraphy

 

 

4
You're a hurricane
in hotpants I
a coastal trailer-park.