Scrappy, silent noise
jarring you almost back to sleep.
Gentle sharpness –
scissors cradled in an angora wrap
traces a red trail
down a graceful curve of flesh.
Under the ground and over,
moving with slow speed
screeches dangerously around a bend,
This flat, contoured day.
from a distance
as textured as scratches
on a polished pool-table ball
rolling around an undecided day
Bach to hard city jam