POEM: Burn Letter

Reduce the effort
Half the page
Enlarge the letters
Shrink the stage

Every lobotomized loop
held in a cursive cauldron
my article arrows
flung to other gardens

Turn
         Turn

And burn the barn
for all that I have tended
became yesterday's yarn

Curl
         Curl

Twist temperatures true
ash and ink stain
the betrayal blue

Rise
         Rise

She captures my eyes
I stole Fomalhaut's fables
pinning my prize

And in knowing, oh Spirit
only give my beloved
what she needs and scatter
excess seeds for your covenant