MM.

Wider aperture
No stop
underdone
elven eleven
rolled rice to dice
that's how you get
six dots
and a dashing corporate smile

Fissure slight
Light is in the fight
Of its flight
To determine
when capital slime
is making spring its mate

Seasonal mores
be all you can see
and make this land
like any other riverbed:
a constant
changing
tome

Bookish brakes:
stopping season
a change in mildew
for the better
we grow
they say
and snow was so 
last month
whereas
the water invites a dip