Poets

grey plan a semicircle below cupolas slanting weight of an arch height measuring out space for itself

above the line of the mole. single points, the water glimmers up yellow when the sun whispers through the clouds, the hand curves round to catch the light on the iris. into the picture eyelashes hang

as though a layer existed between them and the narrow strip of coastline the clouds emerged, sharply cut off at the lower edge, above