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