• A supple spire speaks
    a spill of sounds
    slipping into a sick sleep
    trick speak and flick
    to repeat makes
    fic treats
    just out of stick’s reach
    Pick free
    and seize the pleas
    the reason wheezes out
    like diseased leaves on freezing trees
    a treacle breeze
    ran to a land man can’t understand
    jammed and landed frantic
    on a still fill of chill sand
    Still standing
    will on hand handed
    still span and skill sewn
    Tan