Sinking another hour in a frayed net the sun makes
of the particulate sky.
Ditch lilies pivoting before the long nightfold back
The rectangular pond where black wavelets eat at the
Down a man-made beach, the framework of a skunk
decomposing in weeds.
The rusted hulk of the bean thresher, sharp knuckles
and broken teeth.
Five plastic buttons, the bra-clasp, the sudden small
gospels of her breath.
Frayed lilies, black framework of weeds. Rusted bra-
clasp. Gospels. Broken.