ABC Discoveries

inside the back window of the rear car a parenthesis
of a monster with a tail of a python and deep valleys

clumsiness is hard to understand if not the first time
there is nothing to falling down naked when you come

the culture in suburbs of feathers old enough to escape
the cycle of addiction is continued but finally one says

"I saw them feel" (one might have to wonder what
the poem's title meant; surely a pun on a sense of

verbal sensuality and withdrawing into an arch
of trees filled with tiny worms caterpillars perhaps

things windblown through the mind as ourselves
long-fingered ladies bone blackbirds after

fleeing the shoals of maple-leaf verdure
bored by the dandelions dying out on the lawn

they have been talking and acting in jest as if
it is a malignant quality of wind unconnected

to the pink-faced man in the blue shirt by land's
ending up as human as nailing a hawk to a rail