In the grasp

of valorous

                    roses, hol

                                       low

                    of immediate     vases     then      the

                    stepping out or

into

          keen

                    est

blush

                                       es flush

fullface

               the scent

                                (opening the door)     the

sense

             of rumply

                                commonal things

                                 rush toward

index

es, sun

              dials

and it’s easy

easy as a friend lounging

on your frontyard bench, easy

as roses

               nudging slats of picket

fence

               nuzzling

                              hush

from common

                             place blemish       ros

es shat

              tering the very

               face of silence, wafting

out to schoolyards

and steeples

                       piercing a hueish

                                                     sky

where zeppelins no longer

roam the light

                           ness; jets

roar toward silence, dis

                               appear

                               their own hushful

zoom.