a giddy wainscot, a torn curtain
that big flowered raises the dust;
you left stern-legged this place
and left me at a broken window,
so please do not turn around
Categories:
wainscot, angst,
Form: Blank verse
Cerise clouds
picot
the mallows
edging
a wafer
of earth.
Distant mallards
volute the evening,
wainscot
the vault
of season--
a lattice
of lavalieres
mulling a sky
blanched as gin.
Categories:
wainscot, art, loss, nature,
Form: Free verse