Landscrape Billowing bright; reflecting of light A mosaic cringing upon a dampening seed Livening sways, the silhouette lays A private touch impedes A spark thrown through roads alone Morphing a fresh harvest perennial Dusted delicately with seasoned proficy Boils an orchard a stony cardinal Untimely crags flow water in shags Hands fold upon cremated lines Miniscule nicks from tiny pin pricks Unleashes a quiet storm of frothy whines Emerging between crumbling things A powdered neck bends Dull strung jewels cascade like fools Hallowing mothers; her frown descends Inviting hands speckle the lands Crocheting a dormant womb Beckoning shrines of tedious shines A wretched needle; A formulating tomb Beating drums causing waving thrumbs Helter skelter, incognito, the settling dirt Stirring rising dust, tossing about with the rust An infinite fidelity tearing her skirt.
K. Winters & Tabitha Brannon
