Followers
1
This blank sky
between parallel wires
reserved
for penmanship
practice.
2
The cold rays
of the bristle cone,
she writes —
she who admires
imitations.
Such sparse coronas
surrounding
every knobby
fist!
3
“Naught”
must follow
“for”
which will come
after “all.”
Come as “always,”
walking backwards
Source: Poetry (January 2015)