A leaf, a secret innocence as happens
Inside the leaf, dividing the light
When each color in unity deepens
Imago, a good death;

A secret 
Running the length of alleyways in Denver,
Color of cottonwoods when thunder
Steels the sky;

God's lathe;

A hummingbird turning a lathe to make its nest,
And the wind powerless against it,
Going through;

Afterwards,
Imago just one hour,
Sun goes down, 
A prism that is 
Cool as a leaf, cool
And vaporous as grass
When grass goes home.