from Western Theater with Spanish Bayonet

One course banister

removed, engagement brought

to cap off

screen the lacy

play a shutter

drags on occasion

Between ache and

bombinate, which was

it made sand

abrade the goodbye

to whom I would

posture for for

handholds You’re still

all of a sudden

air paneless in

an orchard, an undercarriage

bearing thistle, and

one glove ago

in the road