Thursday

a cool communisit is borning

a cool communist is borning come hither weather she/he fond its hand
palm upward to his heads down eye up cut angle of profile
not s immering to his sister cousin he looped a bridge to her
tying feet
one two buckle its pediment
fate

is this fate her face borned down wind leeward to his case
?

she fated the night of old silver patterning her song around his waist.
come up close to the bloc the becomings of his tented fine
.


Franny feathered the willow .
elm was not a seat to push button.
camber to her juice the flute of becoming.