up close the ladybird is up close and really big

 at vespers a molehill rises between my knees     

 in my prison frogs sip the sea 

 

 through my bifocals a cloud shift of certain speed

 cry of the loon grinding in my molars

 

 

 like it or not says he blue water colours sheep bells

 parted hair-drizzle broken street lights

 foot stabs a sun dial's soft creaks in the dark

 an ingrown silence coiled in a diary whimpers

 slinking deeper as fish is my soul an ocean?

 

 not believing in dreams a father drops the squid