the faint whisper of autumn she leaves unspoken


dozens of crows on the wire eating my words


how gentle the spring rain on the tail of winter


stirrings in the crypt beget a lively silence


for the sake of transparency she reveals her ghosts


the streetwise beggar cobbles together a few stones


without looking she becomes her own mirror image


she rejects the common doggerel in favor of the uncommon


she sucks the life out of her lifesaver


he battens the hatches with a flimsy off-brand