poem (ghosts and empires)

Ghosts and empires, The olive

trees assimilate characteristics

of willows in a case of despair. Someone

is hoping, playing football. Who is

American and who not? Who expects?

Out after dark, then left out in the rain.

Skin up close is landscape. Of the lunar

carbon tested armed forces, entering

Ephesus, as if the capital flourished less

than expected, out of place focused

sleep can't ever get near the lack.

Isn't a curtain, not one has fallen.

and the little dog. the little dog is playing

pretending we in Connecticut

Picturesque views, disembodied art go

around undescribed. The big dog is never

rodney