City Eclogue Continued


Dozens of cattlebirds of paper fly around
thinking a movie shot
and not that they’re just rubbish light enough
and it’s time for pick up

which will dump them into dance with garbage gulls
who partner themselves
with popular images       pages flying
winged magazines;

the humped earth settles up to its horns in mud
roaring       then bubbles
of going under cloud air with odor—
this also a local character

a spirit       herding its flock of natural decompositions
along a mound made into natural
ground for later       their suits sheared into compost for the spin
into garden earth.

Naked, the planet turns itself
into itself      in a mirror      model-
beautiful      it shows its timeless line
for season


from —City Eclogue