You trade the sun
for sudden moons –
the reflections
on your shovel
transform
into soil and otter.
In the moment
you kneel,
speculations rise
like glass
from your skin.
The shine of diamond –
crows plant themselves
in the place
of violets
blacken the earth.
(That soft break
from violet to
violent)
I learned what it meant
for words to sound
sexual –
sulk and sea,
translucent
sounds.