My Insular Existence Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

My Insular Existence



in the reliquary
of circumstantial provisos
there's been a greening
of the hoe-handle...
a quivering... a rustle,
a quiet urgency, re-writing
that shop-torn syllabus of April's renderings...
...alma sequestra...
a traveling of tongues...
mortar falls from between the bricks...

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