I guess I'll just follow these along.
[LAUGHING]
"Beach Ball."
"Picnics were always possible in the same way
that the goldfish pond was thought
to go on forever, with identical, invisible, eyed
orange fish.
When the meat is turned, the char blistered
smoke rising to the giant oak, which these days is all bent
over.
The man wears a white coat and wields the long fork
over our shining heads, our shining heads
bowed over the fish on the flagstone patio
near the burgeoning shrubbery, which
consumes our beach ball, its heart still beating as it
vanishes, green and yellow."