Off Topic: Today’s Verse 53


in-line skates
she huddles between chili-glazed reeds


hide all your secrets in earth
‘neath a trilogy of agave dirt

serenade piquant indifference,
a non-chalant countenance


stormy dispositions
she shrugs off these lances

pliant is not the night,
for the night has its own vector

wring out your sails,
hang your piano keys on liminal veils

– foot attached
note is latched –

all crust and no butter

she, the knight,
already bound for a fourth down crown.

— yiqi 26 may 2011 8:43 AM

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