Sang Over
pile like leaves or rake
into sunset past over ever fallen
look into gold & every pyramid
left loose into circles this argument
dive and no more debris for ever
autumn branches of the once evergreen
lie in corners, where winter left them
reasoning like that, having gone maculate before
they were swept over then sang over
since on the radio, in truck, abandon
mimic of leaf shed since leave lyrics
to anyone else’s veins to be so blatantly—
no longer fall into logic with neck or organ
or heave over what’s left the apricot stump
so now dusk shines through blinds and finally—
flaw— over leaves rake into circles
