Robert Verdon, #109, The Big End of *Déconstruction*

shower-sprinkled trees

      living emeralds

rabbit-ear shadows

      and long views

over your white-hatted sea

      tell me I dance again

on a licorice allsort

      of a feathery clifftop

as the horizon shrinks

      and the tomes of Derrida

plunge into nothingness