After the metric of parch and drench.
To narrow the places
The simple heart – uncoiling,
Beating amid the cane work
– can feast.
Cherry red thorax. Breast plate
Like the shoulder high thigh of
In its orderly gaps
The dry dock caulkers work box.
Enwreathe the plain bag.
A bundle of dynamite in the
* * *
The sum of their glossy parts
Like birth wet.
Lying dead swallow in the bumpy
In utility fringes, a two-width coat.
Like gun cotton wrapping a snack.
The one a bulb of soft and plated tips,
Laying prone, pivoting on a lung.
The other, a face of chagrin margins,
Full of grinning crease.
Pressing bantam weight
* * *
The setting: a glade
Of cozy, sunned blanket grass
Up-elemented to a taut semblance.
A riot with sky azure gully
Of almost perfect parameter.
Ageless above – wisp ripped of a cirrus froth.
As white cilia streaked, dove tailing
One bleached peninsula into the other.
Like a fault in the shimmering canister blue.
Rose-pink dangled to the periphery of this
Scene. A bludgeon of parenthesis.
A ribbon of turn taking hands
Wasted to the shoulder, even further.
Our shapes made flush
With slug of camouflage and lullaby.