Nightly Under Night's Underside . . .

Nightly under night’s underside
Somewhere under the sometimes stars
Always wild orchids all
Emit sweet scents, such sweetness
That ever fluttering everywhere moths
Must
Unroll near the nearly unrolling
Soft place, softly
Unroll their rolled tongues
Near, nay
Down the soft downy softness, down in the
Juicy mouth deep juiceness,
Deeply down way down
Licking last licks lastly
Drops dropped in the
Bottomless bottom
Licking moth little licks,
Fluttering, not flying
In flashes of star flecks flickering
Between the in betweenness
Of tongued juicelets and juicy tongue,
Between the flecks of star flickers--
Now flying, not only fluttering
Far afar
Somewhere some
Under more stars for more.

”Who?”
Hoots
An owl.

—Los Gatos
August, 2005