"Myrtle."
"Loose change twisting the fader,
the volume rises or drops, trills another nice day.
It's gregarious as junco sidles.
Not too tightly wound, the clock masked general sits up lowers.
A yellow spot rising svit in its pine tree arabesque
floats an inverted U mid specks of Troubadour pollen.
Arriving early, leaves late, bay berries, myrtle poison,
ivy's accurate hawthorne swallows
the still marsh surface lifting squadrons,
loops of light settles, sidl, seedl, seedl, husks."