Sweet, Tired Night

A just-ripe miniature peach
and a grapefruit sparkling water
make this modern night 
responsive to Whitman -- 
every one of the ten thousand
things smashes against the 
eroded beach: my mind 
after eight, dashes and all,
looking for a single point
to dot the Dickinsonian
perspective, in which
wedding bells unveil a 
tinkling brain, crinkling
on the front porch of the
house of permanent heaven.