The wedge of sky changes, its necessities
impress the viewpoint to this limit, this

frame; all is complete; desire is miscast
the room does not call out our names

the rain is complete; one circle of blue in white,
in gray; its radius solved to glinting.

Also framed: this shock of vegetation;
it has its pattern, its pungency in the fingers

window contains it; insects enter the frame
where cardinals ruffle in their mating fight

and upon the tops of the spruce, a vine speaking
its sad word, for a listener detained here, word

tented with wind; unmute projectiles stir
one circle imposed upon another and shagged

phalluses rupture them: these hemlocks stretch.
All is complete; atmospheric terms alter the scape

but window is dimensional duration, a stillness
naming motion, demanding its witness begin

a phrase, to say "blue hydrangea"; "cloud form";
"ivy"; to prove the theorem of the view.