The mismatch of a stone
inside the tilt of a
kamikaze blow
landslides, hollowed,
harmonica-toned.
This puzzle reads like
a freeway bridge, a red-
clayed maze lit with the low
bioluminescence of a fairy
shrimp sipping
the vaccine of hyper-
saline solution, until
the solution is found—
to open the rock’s
hindered solidness,
treat it like a pillow.
The granite will weaken,
ease into softer soil,
until the pill-shaped
granules thaw—
the glacial brine
will salt into star-carted
mixtures, carnal
soup.
cbenzpoet 