inches before dusk

in amongst

the glisten

faded dukes and

disconcerted pillars

entangle

one another’s

fingerprints

a robot bee

attends to the

foxglove bells

a warbler

enthralled by

glassy winged flyers

a stoke of roots

ink from the

graceful cripple

i tend your

shimmer that

sudden trembles

and tries to remark

tries to but the tide

of the mouth is well -

gleamed, a cathedral

even, swells with,

sighed with

an ache arcs

lightning thru’

the back

as if butterfly’s

have shuddered

thorough minded

cobalt

crimson

sudden-eyed-out-vermillion

in amongst

the glisten,

of spider cotton floors

and the moths

that assemble

there desiccated

the swoon of

bent worlds

below

so distant now

their grapple

vague

and

barely

able

that view roams silence

that seagull

soared window

an ease of

slow drifts grey

the solitary i -

find in watching

the breeze fingered

grasses

held there like

fly appalled

webs, breathable,

some kind of

lung shimmer

that tree points

from the wind hurried

cliffs, balancing birds

imperfect limbo hang

you can imagine

waves in mermaid

song, i drift there

often

thru the swirls of

ever folding wet

blues, drownable

and sublime

mostly i

laze there in

narratives of

water

staring past the

sill, staring past

rusty land, below

isn’t quite adult

it has severe paces

of drowning as if

everyone is filled

with rain