High Watermark Salo[o]n: Hayek's Houses 

her ink her paper 
dried weeds in snow 
out my window 
on my inner wall 
her mudline writing 
our name marsh  
on our south side 
graced with her 
houses pumped apart 
a deluge lifting roofs 
off rectangles 
hayek's aqua agua 
more happy than dirt 
that was suspended 
to coat our house 
the way ink hovers 
before a press forces 
certain damage 
to surface her color 
a protective seal 
on our new dry wall 
over our same old wire 
studs scoured can't 
erase danger's time 
submerged but shape 
the way hayek cuts it 
can seize the day back 
fix motion in safety 
houses in transport 
reckless abandoned 
sequenced into one 
red square a soft landing
 fleur-de-lis in reeds