Concussion Song
a body works its way
across the steep bank the figure
slants along the shale
runs down to water
figure between the sun and water
center the eclipse
a shadow cast
the wrinkled stream
cool water warm sun
swallow that around one's body
does the foreground hear
what the background sings
the shapes are up
the lightening path
a bundle of white
nerves across the sky
how behold
the water enters water
march of circles
that run along now