Mournful, the passage of clay to steel.
Of the gas-drunk, bobbing silence of a weather balloon
and anticipation of another’s face,
of the heat between two foreheads,
to the switch-backed distance
between wire-tapped voices—
updraft of drier wind and unceasing array of lights—
to a jagged rapids of abbreviated platitudes
hybridized hiccupping flicker
of ill-paced scowl...