Published graciously at The Brazen Head
Smooth and liberal,
It mounts and valleys down, percussive,
Tempoed to itself, accustomed nowhere.
In pulsing figural
It floats; a summer gown, successive
Patterns born and dying in the show-wear
Donned by limbs as loose
As birdsong larking through the growling
Traffic down by ninety-five; the silence
Short, the sound profuse
As flesh in Rubens, pain in howling,
Or leisure in a world convulsed by violence.