the sun in spring
is on the underside of parsley
in the thousand memories
of a wasp’s eye who turns
glooms deep into the green
painting life over peeling paper-sided trees
the wasp sweeps a whale’s
shadow over the sea floor
a gray mark on the moon
the green rimpled edge of land
from the height of satellites
she glooms deep into the green
she glooms deep into the green
as rivers stir a yellow silt
on the underside of parsley
painting life over a rock in the sky
motion in the memory
of a bear who crosses black
at dawn on a broken plate’s edge
she glooms deep into the green
weeping green at the edge of a wasp wing
on the underside of parsley
as the sun in Spring folds
the summer sun rising
up the center of a dew drop
seconds from meeting the bear
glooming deep into the green
painting sumac into the prints
where children walk and wonder
at the sound the sun makes
the sound that yellows make
the sound that wasps make
the sound continents make
the children gloom deep into the green
and laugh and cross the river and cry
and laugh where the sun will never set
