Imagistic
There in the cosmos -
white dwarfs launch a black rooftop
imagistic, clean as a pantry,
the twilight roads with ledges lean
like raw openings.
And coming upon stars
in a country woodhouse
- cold, big as frozen pears,
each breath of light visible
thru chinks & clusters
of broken ceiling wood;
hands raw & nipped sawing logs -
breath menacing the depths
on inner space, something pale
and profoundly suggestive.
Paul Cameron Brown
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