here within the stripmall covenant are drips of free trade caff here are cast iron seams here are glovelets here is an emulsified first edition of Proust here are daisies in a math class here is stunted growth about to top the charts here alongside winter is a spritz of line-drawn featherweights here go mists into the mountain here comes the mimetic snow cone here are sun dried wish lists here are stems here is the serape with a person in it lost here is the spooled highway leading to peach springs here is the intrepid brother I imagined born right next to me here is sleep a nest away from the recurring light from unnamed bridge
sheila e. murphy
