Stories of Dawns

Narratively garrulous adverbs
scour themselves for metapoetic
reasons for seeing. Can candor
resist persistent pennies?
Green stipples oxidize
criss-crying copper.
Pause to defect.
The reverse position
will always draw a tempting
portrait of trees in temperate
blues. Perfection's tragedy
self-destructs the way 
all ideals dew: godly
grass, bent low by
morning wet.