Linking the day is 1) haiku slender (pearblossom)
          2) special, affaired, grand national
Petals in an icy breeze (pearblossom) Hannah's eyes in winter
Thinking the day is impossible (pearblossom) the only way in
The lovely evolution occurs again (pearblossom) and the evening
          is all the luck I need —
          Option A, shot selection and the sport of kings

The freak sweets of an old Shakespeare (pearblossom)
          the blood of the highway, and the little B roads
Linking the day to the, the time to the (pearblossom)
          is the finest movement of eyes, a freckle, a little midge-bite
Desire and petroleum, the Titanic and (pearblossom)
          shore up eleven syllables, Viola's first words
Thinking the day is 1) numerically pieced (pearblossom)
          2) together, with some place apart,
          but this evening
          is all the luck I need —
          its silks, law and the death of kings

I ask for nothing now but to write,
although my hand is small
and dwarfed as if in the shadows
of a lost notebook by Velazquez,
and touched by the strange grace
of Sonnet one five five

The day we first met
there were such little bits of Christ

Copyright © Michael Ayres, 2003.

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