Vessels

i

ink
that in five lines becomes
a bunch of nettles, in the night points one step north, where
the colour of water gets
   over the road,
   over the three-quarter moon, gets in after —
(before the first thought

ii

on the vine, life in clusters;
gathers of grey fur;
rough-thread-bound blind
mayfly eternity

iii

things built from nothing;
crowds,
objects themselves.
things made from mirrors;
light locked.

iv

behind the mirror, winter.
two voices —
wind at the door.