ayaladn

room is smaller

curtains hollow

hold the dust in

the south of birds

a candle gloams

the carpet falls

the old silk trails

in fullness down

a wilderness

the town below

the taller oaks

in midnight go

within the wind

and still so fare

as up in scrunch

a wall a touch

as intervene

a stoop an ache

whereby mistake

too leanin’ low

to knock a hole

all thumbs so bend

& crook amend

before a floor

so aye once more

too near a knee

as hold I stand

& this at hand

hear the cans go

alphabetical

cellars of soup

‘tho a bail no

covers no doors

when as sleep-in

as dozen aye sort

guessin’ knot sure

o’er wood so shored

not short ‘tho I am

she’ll know why

I’m off & against

my grain yes ma’am

upper floor’s take to

apropos nothing

O no by the way

there’re moths

in the pantry

o’ spinnin’ rm

in the library

fringes & flame

knot aye ma’am

missing a name

& a ladder

at the larder

most top shelf

tilts two weight

when highway

side-wise

eye slide in

they’re all

at the plate

shin in shank

as a hand

thanks &

recurves

in the cur

‘tho we say

close too

his hat’s

in the way

knot ‘thru