A Deeper Shade of Rust

              rattling a string of tin cans
                              wind flicker in the wings, past the
rim of the flood line
              etched into the stone slab of sky

ocean tree

sans emotional parenthesis

from where they were
              day to day punching holes in the air
3-speed standard transmission
                                          tiki-head gear shift
              death’s head tattoo
                              the headless hitchhiker

& of course the hinges squeak