The Softening

Can I loosen up enough to loosen
up my guts and become a bolted down
cashew a golden loam walnut a lost seed
turned toward food when the eyes refused
to grip water or swill salt shakers neighboring
perpetual pepper preppering the volleyball
for funk/roof/soffit while the birds pickle
the foreground stealing the focal points
and spending them on giant furry 
trout the northern trout curving
across super-annulated lakes
until they shiver ringing
total motive eclipses
iced in until an
other looser 
summer
springs