Heaven sent.

A flighty trowel.

To clatter & scour.

Darkness hitches

through wonder

a wooze

heart’s slippery stake,

unexcused.

Coats with feather and tar

shimmers in red

hopes ajar.

Brandishes a cross

that plumbs

with graphite covered thumbs.

Windy for a joss

of your stick.

Calls and prayers

crack & whiff

dust the skin

from brink to rim.

Trading winds

packs it back in.

Steely and thin.

A heart-shaped tin.

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