The Under Summer
I, under the sun, under the arching birch, under the armature of birch, under the gaillardia and calendula, I slumber
under the arcing sun, bound under the arching sun, under branches asunder, watching the birch switch asunder, a swath of, a swatch of,
a murmur of starlings asunder, starlings murmur bound under the rumble of thunder. Nuthatches cheep cheep in the penumbra.
Bound under the porch, pollen. Bound under the perch, pollen. Bound under the moonbeam, pollen. Found lavandula and geranium pollen, a fortune of coriandrum pith and pollen,
an encumbrance of pollen bound under the moonbeam under the porch. The pollen is umber. The encumbrance is under.
I hitch the remember, pitch the calendar. In the bound curvature of September I pinch the nigella. The encumbrance is umber. A finch under the porch in November. The finch is umber.
With a finch, I pitch the chrysanthemum and dendranthemum under a moonbeam, bound under the sun, under the thunder.