Monuments
from Threnody, page 7
Petaluma, 2006
$8.00
Heat washes the bright
world,
Rain falls in the distinct way rain falls
In summer on marble and grass.
I smile because or despite exhaustion
From your countless peculiarities,
Your love of cemeteries least among them.
In your laughter distances recede
Until at last your laughter fades,
Its disappearance an aspect of perfection.
Small ratios of understanding
Do not have the weight of monuments
In grass. It is rather the way grass bends
Beneath the weight or light succumbs,
Grown dark and lush in summer rain.
