They saw to it no one asked where

They were.

Their absence may as well been a

handheld camera to the sky, shaking the

focus to indicate They were still there.

Tidily odd as peace's indifference, a

season ago.

They've made of it, does it show?

Now animals simplify spring fashion--

the smell of heat taken from its source.

The wild commands: DRIVE!

Come out--COME!

While reflections are saught as often as

unobserved appearances, like self-image

in coitus.

A skewed trance.

A halo falls thru its circle,

has no memory of its

circle.

Hovers over the top of

a head.

The stagnant expanse

of an abyss--pure enough

to be of.

Until a wanderer lets

wandering go ahead.

Capped poles blown

open.

The finesse of grace

makes a candle flame

seem like a heavy

breather.

As if many wholes

hence--something's

different.

Over a hell-shack of trees,

that seclude an April

winter.

A tickle of dogwood like

a dry Japanese cough--

leaves the dimensionalized

hanging.

Bardo Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do.

The seating of cafe patrons saw minds

measuring space.

More exact with the inexact, as to

encompass something of mind.

A fine drizzle g spotted greenery

outside, as beaping horns coincided with

the draggy swash of an espresso

machine.

Producing the skidding sound of

tractionless tires, which momentarily

made one scan the street for a collision.

The circular logic of round tables were

inescapably bright.

Cropping up in the middle of

conversations after closing time.

Thus completing the orbits of business

hours, with missed crumbs more

profound than takeaways.

The spectra of superimposed motions

continue to creepeth forth.

Think the beaded string of a raindrop,

strung over since the first rain.

Similar to the cut of silver chords--

sounding the arpeggios of a rainbow.

Beside the birds of A Feather.

As Maat weighs in--Once & For All.

Warmth ran off a blue blade,

exposed from a suncoat.

Out for choiclesss tenderness.

As it broke to define a piece of itself,

to drop by degrees--to become cold

again.

A touch of rain for another reason.

Simply grey, with no in between--

withdrawn again.

Sudden as blooms--there again,

keeping their half of the blade.

Untraceable.