The small of his back sends me packing.
Sulking with a hygienic view forward.
— On an Old Testament.. I pledged a wholly hidden idiom
Of renderings, spotlighting what’s
Missing!

The cracks should be bridged with the view outside, pears and Fuji oak, null
Passages in fog, moos of approval. Lots.

I then bring us over to our original towel, leaving what’s left to chance.