Flat Edge

Ever puttered
hollering, corner

achievement for
a liminal instant.

I was implored, under
raft of shadow

looms no sibylline,
the subtle verve

just then receivable.
Trace outlandish,

park arts tell
a tale of uncouth

foragers: seized out-
of-scheme; I obey

time portraits,

Reuben and brethren
at hand, kyphotic

harbors a fragrant
glare; this inflection

gets it good: pitched
aurality, light wonder.