While I Breath I Hope (ANIMIS OPIBUSQUE PARATI)


the carolina jessamine (senator)
is unoccupied and

classifies all

the weeds along
the roadside and
is elegant, when he stands,
dirt and birds
bound to the inside of his hands-

which were bandaged-

accommodating,
themes of statues and sailing-
a half-broken island
that to once and when
meant a world and a bit more
than a world, because
there could be-

an ending observed. the island out in the harbor

and a delegation
of men would sit
together to chose
the state bird. one
would

see a wren flicker proud tailed by the dusty window-
or a crescent on moultrie's troop-head. that no one
now can say what it means. perhaps it did not
mean anything then
and it is a grand humor-
like the island.

the wren sang.