pastures and witnesses

never dismissive of the allegory camp politics
always curious about the pearl leads home
vacuums that neither dot on transients or land
figures in the submissive moments of prison-houses

already here with pictures and landing blocks unfurled
these were not evening steps that moved her
or strapping recalcitrant witnesses accosted by grass
the land and dirt and meadows found passive by night
if this was a passion play we would have basket mornings
only for the reason to catch and carry your displaced heart