Cardinal Arc
by shively

He full of fields’ swollen sun, six and seven

Seasons gone, bottled, corkage crystalline glass

Delicate chocolates tantalizing drunken tongue caper berried caviar

Fondue mignon oysters on their deathbed ice white asparagus

Blood red raspberry cognac glaze

Shade grown boutique roast and a touch of Irish from last century

She is gone before the morning slows the frost

dropping upon the branch and grass

from warmth and fire and laying loin to loin

to travel time and pain upon her memory and promise

and lay aghast as unasleeping be assumed

The neighbor with a yard of auto parts

none that would find a market

against unspoken wisdom of the dumbest standards

of wind, rain, fire or vision shackled to the rafters

of skeletal sheds the blackberry bramble deliberate in its betrayal

of property

softening angles and lines

You like a cat

asleep in the flicker of flames

Denying vengeance in the face of evidence and witness

Wanting only all what others have

To prove that you

are better