Anneka

                --Far—
Anneka,
                --Far—
England-from your grace,
the gentlest cuff,
opes’ndais my face
tilts.
                --Far,
                 basked—
I think it long we set together
(if ever)
passed through beating hard of stone,
lilted rush of sea
(the embrace)
to draw from lines
                --learned in furrow—
space,
an unpaced house, rustled,
                --if ever asked,
                “the mistaken sound of night
                let loose upin the day”—
moving like the wind dressed in red.