Carriage Barn
Spilled
a moon illusion
from
Boissert to the Boissert.
Bassoon
swoons too soon.
Crack
lame. A bench for loons.
Moon
illusion drawn to hound
a
stacked haze. Three feet deep,
and
soaked by noon.
Strewn
but bound smack to the rafters.
Rope
around a brick and some good aim.
It’s cinched: we croon, then split.Return to Contents
