Six Poems

Some Output of Beauty

Humiliating beauty
black white fire burning in books
I sit outside your window, I
make my outhouse by your house

Walled in by windows
guesthouse for the wind
hovel among cucumbers
I am not unhappy

Nightly wood dark comes
in blue, wind-thinned
clouds in the shallow valley
you fire up the lamps

Shut in my salt cellar, I
peer in at your splendour
from where it’s dark
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