A. | Certain Party Drinks |
B. | Yellowstone Paintpots |
C. | Rises In trout Streams |
D. | Soapy globes From toy pipes Popping on grass |
E. | Swelling Lava domes Inside volcanoes |
F. | Water For Tea |
G. | Pancakes Bottom side Done |
H. | The safe Plunging At the bottom Of waterfalls |
I. | Snake spit On Buttercups |
J. | The breathing Of divers, The hearts of lovers, Bursting up |
K. | Sentience Skinned Over eternity |
L. | Balloons |
M. | The weeping Of the dark men Of Czestochowa Watching the camp Gates break open |
N. | Sky swelling Over prairie |
O. | Holes in Clay and Walls That make them Of use |
P. | The level Keeping World level |
Q. | One universe In the Foams Of space-time Over nothing |
R. | The Zero Under All that is |
S. | Frailty RisingDancing |
T. | The victory Over virtue's Limits |
U. | That emptiness In suffering: Its deliverance |
V. | Hemispheres On Lakes in rain |
W. | The heart Of compassion When everything Is lost |
X. | Gratitude |
Y. | Awakening After Sleep |
Z. | The clearest Bird-song. |
Heaven Bone, #6, Winter-Spring, 1989 Chester, New York
Steven Fortney
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