41: still goes like gold leaf
along the sides. Over stated.
36: is stator coil orange.
Brilliant in its copper cage and
wanting to be a little more
than it is
dotting wave tops and left over.
09: sings a little song by itself,
not quite white and not quite ocean gray.
Where thirty six has left off.
08: lady in arms, a violet I cannot identify with,
necessary as I whistle, brush in hand,
if I held hopes of making this photo coffee table sapphic.
95: loves the pale and while at it
loves the white and the darkness it would otherwise
leave out of play.
83: cannot be where other numbers better serve,
but what is a hard Almond
where there is Beechwood and Sea Glass Ale?
44: ties it all together and is
fench. Fench, fench, fench.
78: does not know and once you are okay with that
the lines make more sense.
02: still has some figuring out, but if you can make
the time to be on the bridge at sunset and committing memory
when the clouds are flirting with other
time zones you can wish
there was something between two and one,
decimal and simple, and fitting.
