WSG || C || & me

Percipient nibbed skitter
over the blotting page
has held me leaning in
gleaning
long enough unbalanced and oft
to totter and overboard myself
in your jasper sea

Bobbing upsprouts of veinous named
fancied fragments
lyric syllables drifting from
the knowing of your smoked hearthstone
in the keen slope of the wind

Elizabeth and the boy

Library of weathers and words
hauled down from one craggy land to
another and once more set out on the rock

If you’ll but shrug and blind to me
in these tired drying steps, soft
as the light folded horizon
I’ll follow, some leagues behind
your coarse cut marmalade lilt
onto the the first flight
of
that thermal stair