seasons change

I.
curved black beak
he sips
nectar
tits in hands
he milks
her
his
head emerges from
between her
legs

her stomach stirs
he still
inhabits
(stars still linger
after the
explosion)


II.
wilted August zinnias
no rain
(sag)



III.
on the mountain
wood stoves
sizzle


IV.
dog in snowdrift
bursts out
tadah!


V.
shifting of clouds
the face
blurs
now the earth
is shifting
apart
in ocean depths
oil is
extracted


VI.
I smell him
oh joy
patchouli
he asks, "what?"
I say
"nevermind"