threatened to

break, the live swirls, so sweet,

another glass of that red, please–

staying in the zone of mummies, leaves over a

dividing reflector.  this street.  usual.

 

repaired to extend past the

thickness of plain– jet

stream; still ivory mounds, beyond

a bench, the porch, not sure

if this is vacation

or if I

 

should be working, it’s not

clear, too much

no more maelstrom, candy base,

pyramid topics, restudy the

history

of me–

elephant trek, for somewhere

new road, after repair.

 

(2/16/14)