I shift shoulders,
Crackly, a’tængled.
Naught not knotted.
Capacity and current
Contained by my spine.
Contracting.
Runs amok until
Corrected to both
convex & concave
Context.
Back braced
And arching.
Bending
Bow
To arrow.
Column of my chord.
Given immobility put to good use
In postures
Not posturing.
Posing but no poser.
Calf cramps
Paces inside
In sides.
Sidling as slides.
Sliding the sphere of my cəntər
Recanter.
And əntərs.
My abdomen to
My solar plexus
through
To my head.
Red , Terracotta , orange
Yellow , Green, Indigo.
Amid
White
Black.
All then red.
When cultivating a rose, they account for size, form, color,
Substance
Stem & Foliage
Balance
&
Proportion
(but wə can turn anything into a competition, I’d wager)
An ugly rose?
Hum
Birds and bees do not notice.
Lao Tzu or The American Rose Association Rule Book.
Misnamed. Mislabeled.
!
Dont let the roses pick up on that vibe.
Or the glass embracing it might break.
The rose and the vase.
This translates to a title.
WrittenCasey 