Say you sport a madras shirt in yarn white,
blemishing the furtive avenue.
Rinse the damages until the hemp of clarinet
goes bronze, then situate experience where it rests.
Rapport condones immersion therapy
unless you brave the lawn, the leaves, the voyage.
Salt remains an iteration of the rock's eroding
fractionally, a dramaturge in sotto heat.
Matriculate to weather in the way
you have been taught, by sweet sense called olfactory.
