Have I

Have dreamt again, map, you~
have I flu
slept?

Ohs come legal over taught
head gaps lest
you

trace over the worsted
by needle,
this,

with stout thread, hand sewn
road line.
Reap

a hill's altitude, dream
direction,
read

the ways. And spell them like
a head winds
hair

through the pillows inlets
and cup bays
where

pliant cotton ships warp
with waves your
face.

But I yet sleep, recall you~
contrasting
case,

tatted, mapping, thou gone mouth~
north, west east,
South