Self-Portrait as a Detail in Some Landscape

Please sing me the sky dazed with color, still

coupled with the savage growing of bark. And the stars’

spangled splay angling over the watery opulence

we create of each other. Recollect me

fanciful things: limes on the tree like a string of pearls,

legs that lead us lately to all fire-resistant

passions, petals like clowns filling the tiniest spaces,

the paltry partial apocalypse of forgiveness,

etc. This pond will settle, unperturbed, into algal bloom,

the only flowering we will ever know.