F A U X T O G R A P H E E

a harsh skim of sun
has found the bare
thin wonder

the down nadir of dusk
and twilights rush
the dance
and tingle

before the gates of blue
that lay poised beyond
the transom of the window

a weight of an ocean
light as the ghost word
etched
reverse
in the spillway of hearts
beating like a dark
drum

milileu minuet