Residuals
Like a key
change
terror goes
sliding out of
but echo
into calm
A deer’s sleeping
print
some cardinals
flurry around
Cream streetlights
glare off ice
and city haze
trains an eye
to skim
to startle
at the divine
traffic signal’s
burning face
I pass
This blank
I show
was made
Out of the gone
a little of it
and its palm
I trace
new words in