from recovered poems: Stepping Through

stepping through a field
of marbles, maple trees
on either side and sunlight
sprained on late summer grass

all along Stonewall Point
things you said and did
grew green as daisies in
unruly masses of leaves

lay side-by-side your words
mine with ears of corn
and fireflies the night
I burned and lied about
the peacock bush I never
saw you yawn before

it was a garbage can
flies like christmas lights
dancing on dog shit

but it’s true I love when
sunlight spent on corn
excites this dusty pastel
air and august fills the lungs