Like the subject of so much bad art
The entire horizon is lit up in rainbow colors
With the hills and trees making gorgeously black
silhouettes in fanciful shapes
The rainbow is not stacked but ribboned
vertically, from an astonishing shade of fuschia
to a deep smudgey purple,
bore down into a very flat,
very wide angled ratio
like one of those horizon photos
your phone stitches up

Rippled bark tree
Blue sky that looks purpley
Dapple so sharp it turns everything passing
through it into a blazing lightbulb
These things, and more,
The bunny, the three flickers, the soft ruffling
silence you dont hear often if you live in
Lexington
-Six miles out of Berea you can’t hear cars and trucks-
The kind of quiet you drink
All these things bored into my experience
So profoundly
that I almost feel taken up from earth

Black cod,
Black rice
Bok choi
Black pepper tofu
Tempura green beans with mustard
Float lazily through my body
Francoise Hardy sings us out
Gripping a great sage bush in a box