Silvery
By Astrid Lorange
able rustbelt in three thousand pixels
when a faultline two-month billboard
maxes out, flags up, snags concern
and shells maple in a non-televised
entertaining here in the shrinking city.
graphs mix love in the roadside slip
while misters gloss the violet chemistry
under leaflet, cove, blueprint, bud, or
consider the morning in greyscale:
boats slice across the winter scruff
of crayfish. mapping first thieved bike
streams, clemency of peppered snacks,
the compelling and distant one-year pardons
in the open arc of this water’s edge.
filling with lists, he considers a sand
byte as an engine in the ice yard.
we find this, his language, as finery
in a new measure