A Scene I Seen By Th’River

The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.

Sketch (Again; Another)

Leaves; grass.

Grass; sky.

The footfall flux meanders.

A plane; a swallow.

The Trow’s resuscitated – see the blackwhite gable draped along in hanging baskets.

The searsome sun seethes heathaze.

A crossmaker – Yesh’wa constructed th’means by which the legion stamped impeer’yul boots on his own people.

Where once I was I am no more – no longer does that me exist.

Lapped at by the coursing mirrored-sky.

Their lines stretch finite.

Gilt African.

The rails run.

The final days of Nefertiti’s childhood.

Pigeon plays his puff-chest charm.