A sole held note, bird of early summer
   repeats, here here here, 
an unceasing morse of
announcement
   (our foolish hearts, that think availability 
     equal to seduction!)
May's setting sunrays, straight through unclogged air
Here, here, here, everywhere,

great flanks of sun,
     steak-thick, crashing in pure parallel
to this shore of existence
   --As if our shore grew larger,
     swelled with each onset, absorbed--

We, we filled particles, we dwell in, we are children, we, birthed--
golden children of this beam

The bird of summer swells the note
    Here, here.  Here;
grown each day, organized.  We are.

The black pavement, inkboiled, leans into shadow
                sighs out the presence of the day
                  turns blue and large, capturing vision

Crowding round the closing door
trees advance to the horizon, stretch - grasp - cling

They suck dwindling day, unpack each molocule of 
        spine/trunk/limb
to rise up, reach out, run traceries across 
the yellow evening
tune the yellow evening into the bright breath
of envelopment, laid open.  cradling expanse.
    

     Here, here!  A bigger world
opening ever, unfolding
   Given to lightness, gorged on being

Here!  Today's pregnant serenade 
   and its forthcoming flock

Recurrent waves of wild warmth
cascading assemblies of beams
    traveling lifetimes
    across the shores of
our launched and growing ever.