Lightning Rod Perch

I have put together a collage of titles from a writer who I think has interesting titles and made a poem of them. I just found this writer logged on today. M Breen.

am just here:

an open bus city tour.

 

knive noise narrowing,

with a tiny thud.

 

you said to the scene,

the begrudged gift:

 

“white freckle fronds”

 

it was your rite.