Always the same clutch of bread feathers, wing, water before crime air in the structure of light a feeling minus force or equivalent aura of body before violence
—at Roque Bluffs state park stone stone & skipping barefoot tender on stone sand & heat / sharpness or roundness guiding to go on wanderlooking but not looking for no not to find but what’s now found & now, seeing I see & if I bend to touch a rock to palm a rock the wind wobbletosses a force
