The black pond and the long braided shore
and the purple moon full and heavy
and the angry currents that curl and tumble
in spitting pools to pull from under
as the call to row below the brow
where lightning split the oak in fold.
Then a swarm of flies on sandy beach
through backyards, corn fields and summer streets
beyond the gulch a cabin seen
the door left open just so far
a flame blown out to candle smoke
and a voice did whisper to form a name
two bodies pressed and together came.