Don’t ask me to go there again

The white is too painful

Better to forget it

the sleeping river spoke to the awake land

When they first drew the wires

across the field

slowly air settled

on the pools

The blue mirror came to light

Then someone feared the pools

To be armor enough might not someone

draw down the sky

Light emerged

The swimming motion

At last twilight that will not protect the leaves

Death that will not try to scream

Black beaches

That is why I sent you the black postcard that will never deafen

That is why land urges the well

The white is running in its grooves

The river slides under our dreams

but land flows more silently