<equi's "destinations"> 2003-11-15.2:33 p.m. Destinations Elaine Equi 1. A hand leafs through autumn with a logic that shines like oxblood. Every morning I don't hear it the absence behind the bird. Nudging the frame. Singing its head off. 2. Your letter is full of energy as though you were inside a color a whole flock of them but I slept on the day I was born and see sleep as others see the world. A lamp filled with the oil of dreams hisses, stone chatter. 3. In brine daylight thought becomes brimmed. Fraught with sudden, steeped in listening. The jars around which presence gathers its virtues. To inhabit my walk (though a pleasure) and all that that conveys (limitations, frames). This romance of going from city to city with a lamp. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad