My Sentence

—spring wind with its

             train of spoons,

kidney-bean shaped

             pools, Floridian

humus, cicadas with their

             electric appliance hum, cricket

pulse of dusk under

             the pixilate gold of the trees, fall’s

finish, snow’s white

             afterlife, death’s breath

finishing the monologue Phenomena, The Most Beautiful Girl you

             carved the word because you craved the world—