"Morning prayers" (3): gum arabic

Will Petersen

She's radiant all right, mouth a dangling
  lark and is mine-nuncupatively!-

  until it isn't God! I hope not

For according to me, the petals-i.e. the
   white ones-took the eye and

did it again, and then leaving me with one,
  just might want to fly:-

the love of  one who burns pure as sky
  ( "foreshown & foretold")

Squirrels (1): "If I could write a perfect line" (for Maria)

I'd be in a blaze somewhere or just alone (reading,
                                              too sore to stand, or

 probably too clouded   to see the squirrel that's
   not once, not twice gone for a falling twig,
                                                             already)