May 2022

Accept me, Ra, before you go,
before I go,
I pray ... 

Do polychromatic dawn threads
coat you,
like the tiny coruscating disks
sewn into a sequin dress?

Bring me to the breast of the night,
let me suckle stars,
cuddle obsidian cosmos ancestors ... 

They honor you, Ra,
like I do.
We sing...

daughter, it’s working
it was your little midsummer
your misbegotten wander
now all but empty
now all unpacked—
your little collection of
too far in

Do not return to the king for some days; sunflowers and wild grains will serve the people. Store your money in your belt; the autumn winds stir your silks.

Colorful hibisci are boundless; the red quilts fold over the cold waves....