Poet Laundry

  under the blacklight they glow green and grow still   sometimes they’re tucked into a nook like a lost doubloon   ready ...

    It was just a pinpoint of light, a small hole punched in black—   but there they were— the river voices humming like bees ...

  Swallowed up in the belly of my bones, a shy sweetheart, guarded.   Swallowed up in the belly of my heart, a promised ark, d...