My exploded friend
a flock of glitter over the hillside
salt basins on corroded car wheels
nudging acres of sap and wax woods
eyes and mouth lost through a shiny helmet;
water bugs jumping on his glasses
swimming in the lines of a suit he never wore
white as the white peel under an orange peel
sucking pink fingers of death and pondside cattails
stitching leather seats into the string forest
painting the curb with his brow
and heap of fresh letters.