some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
some stirred mystery
bubbles through numbers—odd air
erupting inside
each discovered
word—a new pair of shoes to
slide into
does it matter if
a plum is purple in word
or color?
what other objects—
besides papers, keys, and socks
slip dimensions?
storms
unvisiting languish—
modeled but moot
even after
we depart, sticks we post
remain sundials
a chill waited
in the wood path’s dip—ready,
a perverse embrace
comes a moment—
alarm an echo sounds
less like you
memory’s depths
so dark—rivers of sea life
ever feeding