Silver sketches wants and needs
around blackness,
a frivolity:
a hem, a trimming, a detail
beautifully executed

Rendered light, complex
gradients, fool
the eye -
just so much heavy air
slowly greying

We, caught without
shelter, in a burgeoning
flood, gnaw at
hope

This year has been a wading,
a drowning;
light breaks water
sometimes, or an object
falling
that won’t float


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