White-Binder Poems  

Lifting/ lifting upward, a still heart;
the river-mud up in a flurry of sparks
up through the weeds and broken glass
up past the gliding women in offices who
      comment on the moon;
up through grave mistakes and moans
up through the stink of battle and embarrassed
generals who run around claiming victims
up through grotesque sequences of words.

Lifting up/ all up
above the sun 
        leaking out to the
far horizon;

up through love's lost devotions
and the sweetness that tends them.