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