LAND USE PLANNING
Where they’ve irrigated, a green line.
Set, so that we would / speak the same tones
moving, generous or cruel, ahead like weeds along the world. Loosestrife:
for a bird to nest (here, in this Publix parking lot): to rest,
of authorship? She might be ocean’s, ebbing with the sweet cession
the brook’s snake seen, winding away for hours, all night. Where, blessing,
Oh me, little seed, my crux. They will ask: what did you grow? Tightened
for a moment brown and whole like this crow’s eye.
President of evangelical university resigns
"Land use planning" comes from a larger sequence called Dance, which will work something like a book of horoscopes when completed. (I'm hoping for a spinner on the cover.) The two tags at the bottom are a newspaper headline and a type of prophecy (borrowed from Paul Dickson's book Words). As for the poem itself, I can only say that my mother is a botanist and my father is a planner for the state of Florida.