Norma Cole

minutes pass

their leaves were moving
a do-it-yourself kit

has moved away
gray rust blue
pink blue

buku laut
a fish called Book
of the Sea

the shining in
the brain: do we
have a dream

on earth and time

other passwords

signal a
kind of second
sight or maybe
the air

and the partly cloudy
fullness thereof

the annunciation “I came here
for the sights”

lateral reading
working hand, eye

remember the night

the Café Aqueduct
the book is

a remainder
of the next book

view of the lake
red-tailed hawk
flying over

the light is your
night too

the shapes, feel
momently random

memory becomes
“as witnessed by”

our wars
the findings

slicing a lemon

a form of motion
a finishing