The roof dances until it is quiet.
We sit still
as if we had unlearned the logic
of logic.
In the museum of the wished-for:
woman as chestnut tree, man
with a wing—
wing with a peony of lead
hung in the feathers.

He takes the feeding tube:
music after only a minute.
When he moves a little, excited— excited
she sounds like water.
And the disadvantage of parting:
we must
unlearn the name of each town
in which we paused—
Jaw Lapse, Sand Spit,
Unfired Forge.