Stamps on the vacant husk
flicked seed for breathing mouths
long limb trees reaching over
the swollen bend of bridges
footpaths breaking wooden tracks
cracked shine of frozen vegetables
pines flanking garden lanes
birch statuettes
in the cemetery cold
the metal cans and crisp leaves
we're kissing

Two heaps of caricatured rain
the silk of buzzing power wires
cold fingers skiing past the powdered neckline
butts marking fallen trunks
the rot of latched boxes
rusted tanks of propane
the smoke of a petroleum road.

Webs of sad circuitry
and their sting of cancer
the drum skin for shell pierced hands
an hourglass desk
with cloth staples
and scissors waiting.