Sunday, July 14, 2024

The last leaves of April

A leger line bends more separation
than last waves caught in symphony,
more cast iron fragments writing angles
in pewter dusk climbing rocks shadow seal
sheets of masked indifference toil brevity
a topology of Saturn arches,
tender with merits climbing regalia
sublate profusion and tow her rings.

Where statics devise malleable waves
sola grain weathers a last eclipse
a tigon whelp scorns her father
in the presence of many witnesses
docket marrow is robbed of convention
where pews adorn the last leaves of April.