Quiet, quiet
Slow to seep
Weeping oil
Go to sleep
Early morning
Is waking up a
Slice of orange and
Scrambled eggs
Words are tokens
Nests of mouth
Crèche of tongues
You can’t see
A hummingbird’s
Moving wings,
A spirit across the
Table perfectly laid
Drinks the flowers
Ripples shade;
Your eyes a napkin
Sop it up,
Azure outfits
Light in a cup.