Iván thinks about feeding his dogs
sound absolves kettle wails
(not bells nor tolls
Iván dons underpants of resolve
vision fills with
halftone patterns of face
leaf begins to unfurl
they light up menoráh in park
your adventure awaits choose fun
writhing is antidote to Magnus
waiting without wanting Iván thinks
I am love without words
I am become animals
inky fingered male men lunge
wave becomes bird
day has brought
I have wrought
right hand divorces left
I delay assignation to rains
early influence
stains skin love is best
worn unwrinkled
summer swims in gouache
stand does body no under
its weight bolder colder
when old rank falls
soft ground gives
weekend is good time
for discourse or frenzy
Iván is here milling grains
black they fall and fall
he winks at you
just say when