The world is so defined. I share
With you because you are apt
For sharing. I am moved
By photographs. Golden
Nasturtiums on the wet green
Face a similar morning. I fear not
Pregnancy but sperm
Honestly. The means of nature
Feel for you more adequately
Than I am able to. We have
A surplus of copper
Labelling devices. We use them
Incorrectly. Blooms are false
Indications. The sun strikes
The one eye I use
For watching sports. I marked
The hour by delaying light
But I was wrong
Now it is far
More stunning. We broke
Distance formally
Between glowy pastures
Divergent grasses
Copy our postures. Leant
Back you pretend for me
Not yet in verse
But the style
Of it