HEIDI LYNN STAPLES
Awe Enduring Countenance
They had a screw, loose. The way a deer throws
desiring cypress. Sigh. Press. Surface
upheld the story of their lives, appeared
on another mattress. Like someone else’s king,
the heart uprises, retreats, falls down dreamt, coming
up for err. Objections we’re closer than they appeared,
she warned him, briar naked and cold as the surface
no one else for miles, the wide blew mirror.
in its parking lots, it’s spooky, the cars all desiring the rose.
Tangles. Entangled. Because someone was coming
through the phoneme lines, he felt tit to be king.
from inside fortune, from the unbroken mirror,
from yours always. Forget the lot, the ruse
was gorgeous; for the most part, stars appeared.
speech. Inside that globe, they had the use
by the time of their lives, into the one true mirror,
where both were often sheen glowing and coming
down, too dire in the head flights, each appeared
to understand. He did strip off the mirror,
yet something in their vessels couldn’t surface,
They leapt into oncoming coinage without looking;
they fell, yet appeared to dive toward the surface,
for a long time staring down a mirror, dropping clues.