Cracked ridges
on the edge of the town's mouth
doors in snow
unfolding painted arrows
descending heels in canned space
microwave webs on a frying light
long mop trails painted water on marble glaze,
a whirlpool of dusted-off sparks,
strings and granules
filed in the seams of a spinning bucket
foam ceiling's electric drain
long crop rows of knee-high tables
paths whipping to smear windows
hot hoof-stains to train glass
the library's railroad
blinking by the mice of hands.