"Gorgeous this forever"

"Gorgeous this forever"
— Barbara Guest

1.
I fling off your glare, your glove.
The sun
                           of changes.
Under skin, understand?
            The boots stay
and I imagine sinister sciences
in a castle under the park
where we walk.         The plans
flap like a fish         in your hand.
           "Gorgeous this forever."
A toothbrush lost in the scuffle
            only reappears on the chair.
Only gone. A while.

                       You where?

2.
The method needs a seeing dog
a magic fluke
conjuring beings to praise
at home         and on our ways
                               or remembering.
I tell myself I can stay a while.
                Left at 5                 awake.
Who falls                and falls
               not tired.                A while.
"Gorgeous this forever"
               impossible to fake.

3.
At night, they have fires.

The dark washes
           of willows and sleep

grass and traffic
           wore paths forded
a fixture of the recorded corpus is

           gorgeous and forever.

    Mercurial perverted
           spit-chromed ink.

Sun of changes
flips the pages.

4.
The sum of some changes is too
           much sun.
No fond fronds.
No pond scum.

Almost crushed a tiny frog
petite on all fours
and unmoved.

           Lily in its wake
drift serene and unseen
through the culvert
                                          a while.