As/Is







8.12.2004


you are usually beautiful

you are usually beautiful
from this close still too far away

today amid a passel of young observations
the color limber forms a little frame

moon curve left in small sky
chapters unread that might still hurt

a flyleaf touched
I look directly into shifting cloud beneath the light

a seraphic breadth unbudgeted who cares
this moment of elastic here unrushed