Nothing To Wear
natty and bumble
pot-hole and sink-hole winkle
star glades in China
you dig far enough
to know the center may hold
flower fields such gold
there’s always more space
well chaos in a closet
thats’ what a door fore
Or A Detour
wherever you turn
in scree o’er debris @ sea
a wayfarer maid
gathering our shells
a string a lute a bead sown
a heart within reach
the furthest ashore
the farther thereon well now
a wild and unknown
Motive North
one mountain higher
a whole to enfold below
to wear it into
another beside
made to hold as was
perchance a kingdom
an obstacle now
an effort an evermore
an only ascent
Digits Awls
a footnot’d text
ode to silence ode to joy
a torn page the wind
articulation
anticipate a remnant
distraction an else
a moment ago
an entirety as was
niche an avalanche
ayaladn 