Artwork courtesy J. Zachary Rothstein
Metal Worker
Instinct wraps its forgotten in the sweaty lamplight,
and the heated trim asks of the dim bowl, the iron stage,
what dark task is drawn to half an owl and three dragonflies,
to the wispy knives in an old dartboard, a pool of fish
around a petal serving as the cape of memory, or what you
found it meant knocked down and stepped over. Arsis,
twin emblem of tea stain and bird song, harlequin of truth
“inside the heart of dream.”* In a shred of fantasy
and a reawakened collar, time, not your heart, hid an abyss
of bear hide and bird nest, day of carnival and fire, mist
and tree lifted by the future back wear of growth, lake stamp
and green spark back in the gear grass. A sighing of guitar
and kettle written in the labor, in the pink needle of the presale
of a curtain. What wildness holds down this rendering of leaves
anticipation spreads manikin to manikin?
*Lorca
Innumerable Stumble 