Jacqueline Waters, p.4


There’s that then there’s trees
wafting over the investigation
next week’s lamps and buoying words
going off for a swim in the sea

aren’t we? past the heavy scenery
the violet waves proceed
the belt of stars
reflected in the waves

pleasing enough
but somewhat different, the playing fumes
too true or too hopeful
so we ought to stand and contemplate that