VERNAL I. I look to be...

VERNAL

I.

I look to be thinking of a pink asylum
we'd walk to around a bend
nutrients swirling
a whorled cloudlife
whipstitch of daffodils
other dreamy vitalities--
foamy juice in hollowed logs pearly milk subdue by fears
individual by one nothing no single in kind awake

II.

that goblet filled with red tea
a thimbleful
of chance to sip
my father woke up in a snowstorm
slant among tattered pine
telephone sticks
here brace finch buttons
failing to decode explode off
into a hidden expanse

III.

bells of Ireland
mint jelly at a distance