Name

church falls split behind
rocks molted for geological
experiments. see what
crusted sulfur burning
ooze around steam wells
tourists never fall in.
it's late for the sand for
the dry light peachpit
surface--snug little
turtle eggs--goodnight.

Equator Moon

Steady drift among the
Crocodiles. Blast sediment.
Gold mine filled, bring
t shirts and polaroids
into the jungle. Years
later riot-days, R&R. Basket
exhibitions and embarrassed
anthropologists. More
malaria strains, better
pills, different reasons
to be sick, to vacuum spiders.
Our marigolds grew above the roof.

two poems

lorraine graham