hyr choyce of study is gravel
hole after rain
a mirror and a mud the
result of mixing earth matter & mire.
clothynged in the tiny fragments of hyr field
–battled history, sheborne of the mud.
she kick & fling
because what myght be is joined to steepy waves & slickery slope
because what wyll is unconcerned with tender.
and yet when she sees deepe gonna
this is her cleir fayth:
muck to touch
bottom & find it sucking
as an afternoon
bed, she wakes and for some reason,
is the black and white
angel she sees
in the picture flying