Decades of Deliberation

The commoming of tossed sacred ground
tokens of persuasion against married scattered toys
adrift in the sanctimoniously harbored escaping sea
stalwarts of dancing atrophy and curds of smoking laughter
like stone pearls lost in the gutter
like silent calls to absent mothers
There is a formal weight to the envied expanse
of moonlight driest dripstone peahen God of light, song, and color
the scattering of the Moabite Stone
where curls of peatland cross saturated entinsol
and the songs’s morning thrush
do not betray the febrifuge balcony