Glory

I quit, in the early
afternoon inside.

When image’s understood,
I can’t quietly say.

Upper
legs’ muscles may have left
some thing—is someone
certain of that?

A (p)articulated you,
lifted,
sunflower sundress
by your loose
screendoor,
in 1991.

Generic fields yielding
a rest: semi-present column,
of gray, free in the dark
kaleidoscopic
movements, colluding.

Promised, my pentateuch,
her lunacy, his arrest.

Petitioned. Their oblivious,
its avalanche, it’s inevitable.

Licorice leaves minute
our daily lunchtime rains.

Intruding in quiet, in early
afternoon, poetic and quick.