On Reading Swensen, Stein and Jarnot

the space, the space to the ground when it is raining
or the first one
to discover the sliver scales
a table might be just might be because it steadies

a turtle is a covering, which I am, a covering
sipping ensconced a first wave
of light
a shaker rolls from here to there where it goes to where it leads

after this circle, before this circle, in this
the street lights were lit with an abrupt public announcement
speeches flickering over stones
and the hand and the instrument made their meeting

in the human city a city block and human animal
a garden’s reflection
penumbral then evaporative
over you over there and my affection

into the into rain and folded stairs
arching sharply
the sky crossing its human arms
nothing of no thing in and around an entrance