thoughts for Elizabeth Fraser.

sailing salience

wide sparkling kites

in the sky.

yellow sand saved

in small glass beakers

as you finish them.

rounded, signed, and sent

daffodils and Aloysius.

streams of laughter

brilliant quills of crystal.

shim-shimmer.

lay your paw upon his soul.

too much trust, Ben.

been going, going, gone.

wear the gleam right off his soul.

valley folded

wishes were trusted and barrels

bolster shame domino.

churning gears over

grassy dread’s death.

all aboard, going Inna

in an eternity

down and

stairs and children

coral flashes and calloused sounds.

pink. orange. red.

ribbed and veined

ribboned and sultitan Itan.

(thoughts for Elizabeth Fraser.)