pinprick of light
crosses off
like a lux fiat
so much depends
on space between
(or is it among?)
the many-splendored
oak trees
an event-horizon
of question marks
all the way to
non-identity
chase scum
from my eye
shackles fall
(replace with fell)
shining corners
glassine paper
fix the photo
to the page.
on the ball
toney buff
the word for first
off the bus
top run
of the elevator
she’s composed
streets and runes
to arrive
just here
where bluebells
cluster noddingly
black muck
on her clogs
has she lost
the plastic key
to slow down
and descend?
