what's happened is this

Mark DeCarteret



air not that different than rain



some moss on the railing & stairs



a newt that went wet, wetter



so maybe a sky stopper-shut might suit me



red as a sort of blind, afterthought



I spot a rabbit, its barred sides & twitches



a blot of ink tweezed into blossom



was what I saw any different than?




After fifteen years of trying to teach Mark is back talking up books semi-professionally.