Antarcti

ANTARCTIC
Astrophysics must have arisen from those fierce globes,
Nondescript stars though they are next to each other;
Trefoil, the leaf with a difference, seeming more clever,
Assuaged by today’s brief storm and a sudden stillness,
Retreat of whatever was going to happen before it did,
Conscience-stricken people leaning towards the perfect,
Traducers full of fear we are when we freeze, waiting.  
Interchanges occur between us, to flip flop flip flops.

ANTE
Dreamland, all I wanted was a feeling of completion, to
Monopolize blank pages. I’ve said goodbye to souls,
Except when feeling suggests I ought to scream.  Only
Intractable birds hear me in the wild woods and answer.
Homily of the night watch to make time for time, as if
Interminable leaves could be counted for some practical
Monosexual reason.  It is not disjunctive but merely
Unmanned like space seems from the moon.  We didn’t
retrieve the wounded game for any reason but to care.
Interwoven branches to form an arbor could be short of
Monumental, a pristine garden where we prune briars.

ANTE
Lychee trees do not stand alone, but someone stood
Intrusively paging each passerby, a telemarketer pacing.
Fortresses could not be more impressive, in the orchard
Nonchalance is met with apples and this type of fruit
Exceptionable in this country, priced carefully.  Children
Inured to haphazard states urge us to exert caution.