Denmark

  • At Winter's Feet

    then you just stop being rain

    November
    no more birds
    exits the blue piano

    your shadow of nails moves into a cat

    now
    forgetting the reason
    you forget

    hat of gravel
    Onan's children of grass
    invent deserts

    the new Almanac empty of sheep

    the teeth in our sleep
    means the river will
    take on human form