lie a walk
on the edge of eyeline,

mapped under snow
or against a white quiet,

toward or from
a light blondness, recall

in spots: parched lily,
horizon, upright rifles,

grass dry, an egg basket,
a sun hatches, inside

the corner field, where
I would stand, propped

in the kind of insincerity
talk is the cloth of,

where stems break apart
the thick weave of the air,

there is a dryness,
inside your formal body

a kind of fraying
I can no more border

inside the very
word of you, a straying