counting sheep and storm clouds and flames flickering
down the hallway a rogue sparkler a trick candle
lapping portraits of still baby shoes still birthmark fading
mother's hair shining now melting as smoke whorls
a dervish ravenous for all things in stasis is building
and barreling trees sweeping rooftops razing
barns and bunk beds and life as you loved it a pile of pins
a brittle leaf your nightgown with blue whales
outgrown a shape for your hangnail sense that no
thing persists not for the long haul not to the last
sweep and far too many sweeps to count before then