two for form, three for you

a morsel in five
then five-plus-two syllables
and then, again, five
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (10/16/2003)


when muses wear bit
and bridle, or hack and then
abscond, leaving this
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (12/03/2003)


how hopes rise in Fall
with my turbulence and peace
on a Gaul-bound plane
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (12/11/2003)


combe-sprawling and soaked
grass and me sotted with sloe
and you, and you too
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (05/16/2006)


century of love
for you, whether I lived three
years or all of it
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (12/31/2100)