21.

Counting with a stone on my tongue
your lashes, Amethyst, your lid-borderers.

Porismatic arroyo i wander up
may flashflood, may remain dry

to the sideways declivity & then to turn
back? I am nothing if not consistent.

Free as always to adulterate the wine,
dead pools, yet soon a choosing

my cards say: between the planned flerd
& allowing the life-lie, apparently...

A fire & aftermath. Brazen request
for nonexistents.