by Gideon Burton
As oddly issued as these latter hints
that nettle all the smoothnesses of sky
against the western border, something shy
and hiding, clouding what we've scolded since
abating heat submitted to the rinse
of level hues. At most pastels to buy
with all the grainy smearing, with the sigh
of other evenings feigning not to wince
from these protections: memory and time.
Of course a regulating cover raids
the simper of that ocean bottom ray.
With all that there is left to climb,
to terrace square from dark and stooping grades
of hills I've little else to mock or say.
Photo: flickr - picture_taking_fool