Battered slats keep their diamond place
scans of revealed light
following seams of concrete
acorn doors and dripping wigs
moss amplifiers tracking a grid
and the ice chain's continuum
love that fades in mid air
an unclothed chair
a ring of vegetable peels
the cap of a brass flame
with blue eyes
teeth with a grin on meat
hatching a threaded map
and a broom that makes
music.

Peaks of adjoining fields
honing their branches.

The smoky sinew's ribs
a series of laminated rooms
the bridge's ceiling
and its mid torso.
High green shrinks
up to a barren edge
and  tweaks its metal limbs
a glint of dust and torn
scripture's cabinet.