Nothing more strong
than to be helpless before desire.
the simplified heart whispers,
the argument over,
No longer choosing anything but assent.
Its bowl scraped clean to the bottom,
the skull-bone cup no longer horrifies,
but, rimmed in silver, shines.
A spotted dog follows a bitch in heat.
Gray geese flying past us, crying.
The living cannot help but love the world.
Photo: Peter Bowers