Louisiana

Rush with me down --
there’s a cold marble swell
as the forest licks your feet.

Green glass-wood water
edges around white walls
of artistic interruptions.

Pond skaters settle on tension;
tight, taut
spring of a diving board
half-out the window.

Plaster twines in-out of branches.
Under soft, stage-lit skylights
spindly men stride in perfect stasis
towards see-through walls.

A jump from evergreen Louisiana;
leaf-spines tick the second hand.

A patch of brown rot,
dead and free,
gasps with so much light.

The lawn is solely green once more

​I wore blue silk to Elsinore.