FOUR POEMS
a i n a m
followed—in front, as horses—into daisy& silver dancing, knowing the jaw who unkeysin the danced earth to drink me down to haints,& will go again. was willed. distrusted happiness, addicted to it.a god needs of a god. here, i don’t want to reachfor greeks, don’t know them Or*sh*s well & won’t play.what i know, & good: when joy was my moon, it was interruptedby other skies, i was laughing when my field turned to flies,falling into their flight, i toward& so i opened the rest of my eyes.
