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A backlit keyboard

for fuse box panic roomers,

kitchen knives steel doors

 

Shadow puppets fall

the silver-wall’d Blue Motel’s

new clothespinn’d photos

 

Troglodytes explore

worm-hole frames on 2x4s,

no-1 interferes

pronounced as

anon a mouse

in the manor

eponymous

under the stove,

frypan atop

for a wallop,

but a soupspoon

for the pea stew

wants a dollop

of sour cream

& then a sieve

the lost carry-on bag

from the last flight

 

when I returned

on the next redeye

 

was still in the overhead

and the new one’s too big

‘tho an owl flew lower

to the cedar-moss roof,

the two by the wood shed

never asked why another

in the silence of whom,

unhurried and muffled

in the drag of a hem

on the floor-circled dust,

the fold of cuff over cuff,

’til the window ran blue

with the elk in the runnels

of the rain-made shallows

as the water of her hand,

a hold of old moss inure

cliff and canyon, dry lands,

whence, morning-moored,

as a mist or all dew,

as footsure assurance

 

her vision o’erbent, secure

the shuffle of worn shoe;

yet a cricket in grassland,

a twilight haystack in haze,

a stick struck to a star,

warms a bowl in his hands