skitters the shallows
where the Sheaf interlopes,
waterboatman-sculptor
summoning splayed relic
stacks amid spate.

Dan’s materials
parody permanence,
approximate props from the
lapsed pomp of
manufacture and shipment.

The half-built and derelict
timeshare Dan’s habitat,
tributaries into the
current moment.
Dan’s finished product

is our purblind straining
astride the meanders for
meaning, tracking an
implicit timeline,
positing vanishing points.

Dan of the Don knows well
the precarious weight
of all we inherit,
expresses the lot in teetering
stanzas of brick.

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You can read about this poem’s inception here, should you wish to.

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