Tripwire

you burning x sole illumination / heat in the scrubland

astral light pools in the depressions left in the base of my tongue by your footfall

the honeysuckle dissolves on the nape of a young prophet

who reads a loose page he found on the beachhead.

A discharge of concentrated light

transforms the last squadron into steaming violet residue.

meaningful predilection for violet

the early stages of predation

me to fulvous particulate matter

(frothy pink staining the courthouse)

before

before onlookers in formalwear transfixed by concussive blasts & sudden obliteration

before the seamless transfer of wildfire inland before memories of wintertime

before forgetting

of minor recreational arguments

concerning the reappearance of

invasive knapweed stinging nettles feral puppies

Minor patron saints in the backyard—

complaints like: whoever you did or did not

invite for dinner

I keep expectations

for the [meal] high.

how if you make it

whatever we have

will be simply lovely