The way air is at the same time <br />intimate and out of reach <br /> <br />(a void with light inside it <br />turned on a wheel of wheres) <br /> <br />Stars' lease on sky expires, breathes <br />in leisures of sparrows, wrens <br /> <br />and casual trees, wet sidewalks <br />twittering with tattered news, old <br /> <br />leaves (hollow bones and branches) <br />wind of wish and which and boys <br /> <br />waiting for white kisses, rain <br />of feathers, clouds saving their later <br /> <br />Suppose this sunlight, day split open <br />suppose these senses and the information <br /> <br />carried, thing and news of the thing <br />repeating place, location of position <br /> <br />Birds, for example, remembered <br />fluttering torn terms, congregations <br /> <br />shimmer of hummingbirds <br />but when does one see more than one <br /> <br />tumbling bright flesh (sky <br />at hand) pleating afternoon, banking <br /> <br />on mere atmosphere, primary <br />colors dividing white into <br /> <br />three clean halves (red, green, <br />blue-bitter berries rasp, crabapples <br /> <br />crush underfoot), the spectrum <br />says don't stop there <br /> <br />(smudged light a lapse of attention) <br />there's never enough world for you<br /><br />Reginald Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/occurrences-across-the-chromatic-scale/
