Immersion Trench Reverie

Forgot the dream that led me to the cane

But how the rattle tempts me

Wide and scraping

Sit and dry

Make mica on your skin



Divide your forearm

Like a stack of yellow news

Muscovite sheath

Thick billfold fray

New glinting slots the sun can breach



The cane flares open just before a hill

I see the bronze plate water gleaming

Flawed like pollen, settled and was cast

A spectrum frozen flat upon the gleam



Now gold has turned to black

Frogs pierce the ear

I’m in the cane

Forgot the dream that led me here