Roman Ryan

It takes a bit
of lime to dip
the hand in 
grime and 

feel the music,
follow the 
flowering of
the muck. 

Squeeze that
green and lets
its acid sheen
brill you into

bellowing, 
my fellow 
didactic 
pagers.

We can
walk together
to gather
the language 

that sticks,
like those 
cheatgrasses
to our shoes 

and socks
and souls.