from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (71)

you are at that beautiful age
when all the lines conjoin
the lines of happiness
when sun dries down on
puddles and the moonlight
evens every score and midnight
comes to be succession planning
as the charm goes wry and dumplings
fall to land on land

I am every bit of mystified by how
you never hesitate to open up
the place between your love
and lifetimes of misting
on the tentative white
fence the yards of early
grassblades and full depth
of sentiment the array of
pleasure because earth is
filled with what you are