it rains among boisterous cries from a foot passenger

no sufficient margin to comply in duplication

formal nights at a warehouse door
that small stature

that forbidden place is erased with two nights

fifteen victims are sent home
rust and rot in the grimy cellar

pointing in my direction
claimed to cool down again

the child’s chair
a closer recognition
until nothing is reached

eyebrows elevating
who purchases
what sizes and patterns

in motion state
once or twice before
shaking the head

the muddy sky
a crow’s presence