Look, the sun sets out her silver,
Reminder of a lag in humility.
We forget to prove as well
To one another so
These stubbed toes send their memos:
Notches hurt the same.
Let-downs and tabs, a coat tag for the brain.
Assemble nice some clinging, sense
The garbage bags:
Think how breathing lends the farm
Her gristle, her
Smooth voice of outrage.
Or remember the divide
Of trestle and graffiti, the swag
Of love and proclamations towards defeat:
How loose the metal looks
Without the light, how suddenly hairy
Has grown this lag in darkness.