Treatment in Outline
It is the shape of things to come I like–
the edge of a puddle, describing its dryness,
the thud of a drain cover signifying snug fit.
I like the mortar as much as the brickwork,
see the leading as equal to the held panes of glass.
And the sky is described by the branches that fondle it.
To consider a droplet of rain, we consider meniscus,
and all that is held by its borders together,
or limned by proximity to what it is not–
a clothesline dividing the sky from the sky,
leaf-work stitching the horizon’s patched quilt.