adoptive weight-welcoming pome

dropped like the curtain stems of flowers in vases
on white cherry tulips and cultivated pome

grasshoppers in the cradles with steel decision like April snow
on obsolete palettes grifting along the birth like waves of tactility
dismissing cordial wings brokered and crushed into April stomachs
battalion fire command noticing our hands tied to the spot wire starts

crossing a mountain periphery prophecy like spotted gold teeth on standby
not erased from the tender spots, negotiations, Carlos rises out reluctate,
his brow the flower stems, now consumed, never dropped are the curtains
the rest of the maneuver ends in the guarded living room of adoptive parents