Morning becomes Electric
Cool moon and Venus,
thick tar bipolar cable
stands in for a horizon,
shutter your left eye
frame it all in one clean
elongated myopic square
careful to include
insignificant details-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile mildew gilded boughs,
beatified by sun,
bronzed as clean new gold.
(midwinter berries perish
in robust spring storms,
eaten by cold doves,
or down drains
flapping about
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the world).