"Poem Made Possible By Elizabeth Bishop

This gleaming
is the cliff
behind the
scene, , head down, and panic.
and then a baby sidewalk jumped
out, short, to our cognizance. So
soft! a
weak
mailed photon clenched ignorant against the mud
height, rising toward a
glistening cockatoo. The pale green
one. fell. It
splattered like an
egg of versts when almost every night another big
one With fixed. ignited
eyes. Too
pallid, dreamlike mimicry! O
falling fire baboons appear."

--Camille Meesh

K. S.