no entry thru the cabin room, to compromise a clean-up crew, a muddy shoe, a sole report, the tense event a kitchen knife, in sharper light the stainless steel at rest the halves of photographs, a redeye stub, the blue gas flames
Category Archives: Poetry
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a tabby lad in freckl’d tweed supposes luck a tenterhook, a shoetree, for the frays & cuffs of vagabonds, a stitchless time of peppermint a candied store, the calculus of lottery, when she is there in calico
Hayloft
as fallen to the sickl’d moon a tune, to pale a picket fence, in thickset slip a willow switch to bramble hip, considerate a wicker chair, the wicket wait a lock as wide the window seams
Ave Atque
inflect, perhaps, an article as the to thee, altho’ as thou aver a vowel, a world awakes, as effortless in innocent simplicities from nothing noting more pens’ ultimate unless, O yes, the ulterior
Ell Bows
I’ve never seen a baby bee, well, maybe on TV, or a chilly bear bark at candlewax, when a bucket froze, to think of thaw or more a swan, than icy cloth’d presume a moth a January pond, a fish-hook flown the evening pole as postulate, as moonlight leant a honeyed glance