Philip Kobylarz, Tamalpais, Photograph
day’s eye / “deepen fathom over fathom , o actinic sway—
under the gentle questioning of leaves , coppered
air-fall , couple-coloured
and drifting each a lilt of songline
fastening the blank of air
to settled blaze of earth
under the slow digress of leaves , under
the earth-tonnage of oaks , loosening
their tides to the thickening air
weaving flame-mass against the empty sky
the foxgloves
the blind internals of angels
stropping in their own throats
in the sunburnt lawn
the women look each the day’s eye
with their collars of upturned hands
puffballs and fluted chanterelles
rising like crumpets from the knotted folds of gold
that sluice and shift in the lucid air
the parsley foaming
in a mouth of stone
the sun with its atoms
pulling diurnal the dusty fathoms
deep, over and over, playing
its golds on the bands and bells of flowers, their
nodding song of shafts, the whole
eye-wide prospect of honey-darkening
the frogspawn in its clottings of gutter
the plum tree with its purpled eyes
the blackberries glazing into bloodied handfuls
the sky deepening, shifting and turning
and raising its golds
to the burning clouds in the blazing pollen-depth of
dusk
the air has no breath , only
light
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Inigo Scrace