Radiance crosses a room like
A fever-canister, brief salvo,
Desire’s name caught without rescue
Above boy-romp and traffic.
Out in the thrashing sun-
Light I see how nightshade
Hauls itself up the storm
Fence like a convict, jangles
Its deadly little flowers. It
Isn’t love makes me thus
Connect, we hoist and carry
All that for what we
Got no name. Chigger-brash
The sorrel’s weedy obligados thrive
In sun where you are
Nameless and I am coming.