hard eyed acts
 
                      (for Geoff Olsen)
 
I like to be thought of tempting 
a straight line, no accident of the 
mystery in her hands
            sky, closer sky, 
paling, cursing
 
this dawn of yours must make 
sense, such great haste in those 
eyes, what I can't stand is 
            knowing
 
a dozen large birds in 
narrow circles, the grace quick 
of mind, annihilation brink 
short, limber morning, only 
link of green, haven added 
            to first in my head
 
I would 
step onto the other side in 
silhouette, cinch you in the green 
of 
            this long enough 
sculling, scale you for 
            necessity