To the side of the orange
Is a stellar vocabulary.
I live outside of the business.
And what powder.
It takes a few minutes
To place the suds
But I’m not a dunce.
That’s tough,
Shakily, for the apples
Within.
A thoughtful inch.
Lightly,
The source will have to
Coil to remain local.
You see the result.
And make a frank radio.
Whatever. The spheres
Have been told.
Prompt me again. To try out.
I walk, substitution-ally, into this cosmos
As if falling, apologetically, into bed.
