Fault lines

Bridges pass windows
That empty display
More than tool boxes away
Under stars shadowy shine
Walking distance disappears
Under rafter laughter
Too shy for tunes
And after after
One beat at a time
Words meet
Everything you think
And the removals begin
First a word then a line
Blurring passing
Bridges windows
Addition subtractions
And the coats let
A little night out
Blurring your bridges
Moating your eye
Blessing and cursing
Rewording each line
Some prayer along fault lines
Some peace you do not know.

Denis Streeter 7/29/11