A vixen lies down to pant at midday,
the grass takes her shape,
bends for hours to the heat of her body.
Water, trees, forestations of fungi
amid a deeply impression’d earth ---- Frogs
glimmer on clammy pads,
as a loose congress of small mirrors.
I saw a kingfisher dive into the sun,
a golden circle of water.
When it emerged it was an arriving fire,
later the sun perched in a tree
dripping shadows as if shade
ware its kin.
The unseen feet of swimming birds
stir the sky.
A stone rolling over
rolls a river,
the river slips inside a fish,
keeps going inside the drinker.
A hermit crab leaves home,
becomes breakable.
then bursts into traveling music.