a glance

a fence made of cloth and mesh/

a face leaving youth to birds/ yes the perennials
lost fruit but the stems still yearn/a roof

dusted in snow touching
earth with a gutter kinked

enough to be human/ a walking staff
fashioned as a pole or perch /lines

parallel to breath to fluttered
wings to kissing /death at a glance

is sweet slumber, the rising
sun coloring distant bark bares teeth/ a vehicle

reverses with a man, cluttered in
salt-licked jeans, trading breath for

wage/a woman sits without skin