SEAPAGE
by guyrbeining

we have gone nowhere in this
day of uncomfortable angles,
& words lay in the belly of it.
the wall within the letter
began to swell & strips of cement
were applied while keeping the identity
of this letter protected in order
to soften the load of the alphabet.
brown leaves now cover the spot.
for a moment, daylight
snapped between black & white,
& then the letter fell
onto a gardener & splattered
over his exposed ribcage.