Shafted sunlight sifts and trembles like rock shuddering in fever or orgasm and shaking as cold washes her tenderly and mortality combs her hair The circle i fashioned of card board blue tarps sliver ribbons of tape crinkles and dries warping in a sunburned sheen toasting old color out of its skin the neighbors of the rocks the mucky residue of time decomposing sighs and gaping mouths open wide to swallow the circle and the sunlight
