Threshold Ghazal

The moon won't pool like ivory again.

Noir-fast affidavit deflects a signature. 

 

Coloratura seated at the rodeo

purrs flair enough to baptize summer.

 

Syllable at a time renditions its way

forward toward exculpatory sea shine.

 

Birds part of the rain theorize the rain.

Each conversation inveigles a minor nest.  

 

Only a photograph held in traction.

Each pariah sings flute light past midnight.