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


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