delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

beats a rhythm on the floorboards
an old friend's greeting
...

the spade's sharpened edge
cuts earthworms into twos and threes...
she searches for blood, finds none.....
a richly acrid loam, ripe with oak and ashes,
...

take one parboiled cliche
bite it in two
add the strings
peeled from four hams
...

... a palindrome..... a loop unraveled...

now
to
...

warm each one
secure it in cupped hands
one thumb lifted, an aperture created to permit a scent to escape...
breathe deeply
...

this prism
where the walls belch and buckle
with each jactitation,
hear the moonberries trinkling in the dormers,
...

it
is love...
unreasoning,
chaotic in its merciless gyrations...
...