the mountain looks nice this morning
clear with delicate sun
I’m thinking about you
the way it's
warm, dispersed
somehow
the thinking is oiled
a serious calm settles
on this long edge
in the shape of
a question or
it calls up
the peripheral alphabet
I clock my kinks
for phonics,
periphery
it's a good day
for gravity
the red light
at the mountain
Thursday in 3
slow pieces
when it's done
work between 2 pillows
and the clouds want to break
Thursday
in the custody
of its own gentleness