Farewell, my king in sleep. A foot of sleet, your estimate
From the window, eyebrow roughened. 

My views are compatible with yours, that’s the idea, only 
I’m leaving you this fair gift
Outdoors for your extrication from delirium. 
Tho like royalty you’re still by the front door, vulnerable in all good faith, 
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush...