Out of sight

EnCRYPTed message tattooed on his
FLESH, the messenger travels with social
POISE, knowing no one will check the
POPPY imprinted on his hair-prickled neck.

A Bed for Poppies

CRYPT. Cool marble, dim light. Over the threshold, I see a bright
POPPY field, not hushed, not inward, just alive.
POISEd between the two I know that
FLESH is as grass, and grass fades. But first, grass is a green bed for poppies.

The Drier Rower falls

It’s a
CINCH he’ll be the DRIER ROWER, the
SHEER ROWER power keeps him
DRIER, also a CINCH the ROWER will row
SHEER over the not at all DRIER waterfall.