When the pale light
poured over the window
and the frogs bloomed
in the thin back yard

branches wrapped in unceasing tongues
clouds ascending to nudge
a trash rainbow
hornets in shells of ink
a web of sap and gum
touching broken feet

a sheet fled from the bed
and cups of coffee multiplied
around its bent ecstasies
the imprint of frailty
toward the infinite
through ransacked space.