scantily
clad—
amidst
the direst of conditions—
as
dead heats flare
an
ice-bled blush—
pinks,
whites and lavenders—
erupting
loose the triaged carousel
once
tousled, vain and empty,
now
similar basins sting in stirred
repeals
of fluidity
as
drains of hopeful restitution watch,
enlightened
glaziers form the ringlet’s pond—
though
terse, respectful still—
of
that which the flowered petal’s stem
has
to offer
a
variance of interpretations,
emboss
the torn glimmer’s
layered
tiers—caressing
intermingled
pools—
rainbow
flavored flooding
displaced
by streams
of
glacial floe
append
the scansions
of
latticework—
once
built upon
tethered
spines
of
dreams
unfiltered
