W. Scott Howard
Violas
windswept midnight
cool feathertips
around my tongue
undone again
lingering ghosts
acaulescent
frostline inscapes
how our whispers
sound unsaid strange
astonishment
intangible if as ever middle-ocean
new-green sweet-spice anon & gone blue-yellow-white
how our compass
curves unsettle
silent leaf scythes
future-present
transport stillness
threshold lyric
persistent folds
shadow-startled
brick-edge patchwork
coruscations
