stick to the shadows

letters splay off another
one sound to the next
water cold thumb warm
on off
tables turn oceans wash
upside down the water ride
opening hills through dungeoness shadows
horrors self contained
on the main
water valves release their outlet
owls steam and stew, oysters crackle
the first remains open, the second closed
succulent sticks pliant doors
housing as hours esplined
days drew weeks, months to years
but that was another story
for you it was all I could do
the living retractable
all the contingencies grew through doors
underground vines posing as lilies
morning glory doesn't understand subvergence
letters draw their consonant fall
one page turns to next
floors fall into place
splinters of yesterdays
southward door opens and close
hidden paths spread their roots
malignant yet benign
that rise and fall
sneaks in
falls
holds everything up

denis streeter   1/28/18