Chelsie Malyszek

The touch was holding then
leaves jerked from fleeced stem
scatter, the touch now not giving
to be held in, sprinkled
in palms. Freckled by a rain

widening, folded coldly back
the cloud-cover checks its motion
on twiggy sprags. Or, dining
toward long feats stayed
spry though full of senses.

An active variant moistened
could be “sparge” but now more
so so sparse this time
that its distribute is
more wide and small

spurry of the pink family
Dutch and broadleafed.
Every disperse made as an other
the thought of melting thought
strewn with waves.