Found on the asphaulted exit, fluttering in the breezy preparation.
Coral, from below, meet the leaf that fell above
On the same path.
Another near ninety degree angle.
Still grossly a gauche.
The last embers of the dragon
Who hibernates through the summer?
Still grinning at the pass.
Right angle to chance. Found.
In the spider’s veins.
The sun still shines.