Looking
Moment’s temporary latch
To moment next
And then the future
Had already passed
Index this day
Our daily lace along the shore
I ride the text
Of rain again
And docents
Modifying grace
Small sequel to
These blustery
Contiguous young
Incidents reported
On a spawned
Lithe sort of winter
Across
Viaducts give way
Until a slipshod thunder
Vacuous if not
Serene as trills
As rapidly as thought
Slips free the thin
Stains in toward
Repertoire
Some tensile folded
Pastures
Antithetical to
Relaxation anyway
Soprano exercise
Lacked proximate
Reach as twilled riffs
Stark wheat toying
At Her Desk
Afternoon goes by unnoticed
The very slim immobile
Lathering nets grape stones
What was filed remains
And on the square of screen
She watches voice turn
Treble and the matching face
Accustom to her
Pacing and her ruminative
Luster unalloyed by
Dreamed imposters
Praying to have met
Paved daytime laving
Slipsong near a craft
Then salting pasture
Generally soft
A Moment
Strain leaves and then my breath equals its softness. Fractions nearly tepid space themselves between one piece of punctuation and the left side of canary streets. Is Africa within your saying how the worth goes dry? A guessed form of hesitation passes, and the surface case, a glass beside the sofa. Pause stretched out examining the face of radio while lying on the carpet. The secret of applause is being severed from anticipation and most thought.
One parcel beyond exorbitantly priced other still in tune
And When She Breaks
It is her voice only
Not my mimicry
Not my surface say-so
It is how I am appearing
To replace what there is
To do at last
One mingles and one casts
A line one says
That line one reminisces
Its effect one trains
Least sum of squadron
Toward penultimate vacation
Trapped between the lines
Of code and captivation
Trade
One fears the hated job will go away
On-edge behavior touches
And what is passes
Mouth to mouth
During a meeting various
Proclaimed slices of apprehension
Mostly virtual détente
Grow true by virtue of
Intensity the wave of viaduct
Welcomes the state of grace
Where hinges malt along
Caprice to merge with
Reverence
