[orrie]

"Cutflower expedites process.."

The paraphonic growls of timber
and chutes shrilling
aren’t enough to awaken me
amidst heart’s unwinding.
The timing is unusual;
as are the meetings that gather

folk and light
thistle and warning
acclimation and possession

They say a light guides you
if it’s beside you,
And we carry through villages
a surplus of temptation/comfort
Fairy spuds move laterally
between horse tracks
and calves, cracks create three
where there was one.

one case study: originality has ceded
from cedar shores adorned by creature lore.

We burn at night
so that the morning incense
mix the dust of cutflower
and history’s gone,

I walk like a bear-trap hidden
beneath the snow
with an innkeeper,
who keeps tally of bird feathers

and the reflection of light
allows me to see the hatchet he holds,
assuring me with each strike
generations will grow thin and old.