A break signals
a period, a little
dot space oriented
toward prepositional
time. A given spruce
deduces heft, wefting
speckles across the now-
blue die. Cast off, each
millennium demurs,
giving ground a
floating due before
committing dew. Stone
and grass hold on, waiting
for heat to bring water from
each speckle, from stipple to
three o'clock puddle. Make
shape! These geometries
held on for long enough
to deserve infinite dis
embodied soles, for
feet will be made
to walk where
each former
precipitate
consummates retirement.
Roman Ryan 