Graced by Singe and Shadow
Imagine, if you will, being singe: fiery blackness incomplete; shadow: a solid’s castoff, draped and fallen Hint of flame’s desire to flee flagrant conflagration (which may destroy . . . or purify) Reside in silhouettes Become hot comb’s scar on tender nape, shirt placket’s stain page’s crisp flaking until Kindred spirit masks be / speak to grace us both warm shadow shedding light on Heaven’s favor Bestow a spell with / in these moments to read me clear pass words like “victual” (sea silent; u suits itself to suite tea) Then burrow under hinge of noon to get the picture: Mind, on set “ours” poetica foretells you are maker too-- of bound tradition (and off-the-cuff) barbed warble medley riff eminent emanation street talk guff ancestral echo’s ricochet