The Suchness of Palms

to Sandra


Such things as
the dentist
and a lopped-off palm,
her cup flung
again.
and the stain
from the oil that drips
and dots the cover,
The pale green splotched with
yellow,
The mermaid's purple tail,
Her seizure
and my prayer,
The nurse's scarf
a drape over the sun,
in your other room.
Your dark son,
his light,
your hand, his heart

Such is,
of the type previously mentioned.


Our tiny mind
and the relentless
grind.