Clutch Gathering
All lives won’t matter until
Ailanthus there,
peeks above fence beyond burrow.
Beckons,
breaks Rome,
scents new brood.
A corn dog confessional.
Corn dog porch plop.
Motown evenin’
Spirit minutes excite, give hint
Of good…
—
Of God.
Trapped by Slow Roll.Sip horchata, Michuacanaour startforvigil to vigilance.