forages three and up.

foraging for the plaster to create a parisian love 

seven lunar arrows chasing arrows  

not seen or found in the mouth of three and up 

a religion often autotuned with open top motoring 

alumorigami lotus that no alchemist bins when 

what could be folded and made into floating 

that candles beneath unscripted sky’s etched 

petals accenting the imported delay of greater

meridian times blowing by on dry docks with 

isobars safety wires and frost bitten cranes.