Lost for twelve months and found again,
rare Common Blue lights up the air:
nervy flicker-flashes, small parings of sky,
drive grief from a year

*

I watch their brilliant careerings
above the beach. I take your hand
and say 'I do love
the way they do it in pairs up there,
their mazy, faithful quadrille'

*

Dazed by the decades, we think
we can measure our lives
by anniversaries that quicken
the heart. It's no use.
All the time, fast as blue seconds,
our days fly

*

The wind has torn away
a small piece from a page
of blue psalms; it does not fall,
...