By Action

Thinking to see them there, captains industrious in morning sun, I crack the egg’s tender yellow head Love comes to me un- ­repentant, toward it all vectors converge repeating, like moment of the necessary form I pluck a feather from your neck On the page one alights without permission, or love is an assemblage beginning each day identical, palpable I remarks of, is it that music or need edits my body two people leave a shopping mall with goods, death squad hovering high a streetlamp Call your mother, stay up late to watch the neighborhood undressing light, like multiple phone calls connected then hung up, get the family together soon, watch American bison overtake the field filling a vehicle lane in early snow obstructed I paused To see it, their dark furs shaking enormous out of trees they descended from the line of sky respond to a much deeper instinct we were then back on our way input later to the search bar I love keywords, like love is an exodus I imagine you sleeping, then a pyramid or chandelier throwing sunlight An absence emerges, sharp I regard the whole practice of it touch it