after—difficult
decision! lays
waste to a whole host
of amateur wool-
gathering
poets
this season!—hellbent
on shearing
an assiduous little
of October's soft
light off the old tops
of its
mangy oak pillars
for the generous
benefit of imagined
forests of grateful millions—until
for
instance—heck, are we sticking
with—persimmon
then? or
going—
for the vermilion?
