and joined its life-like relatives on the wall.
patina sending tendrils
toward the earth
between footfalls, in a caught breath? What tic or tick of rhetoric makes the ground so unsolid wherever we are told we must mind the gap?
the half-dozen hues
of dead needles
all eyes are on the bright
targets of surveillance, casualties of public sector cuts, persons of interest to advertisers and politicians.
a painting of a heron