bruited about the seafloor

By Richard J Tilley Published June 10, 2025 Poetry

When you retired like a brush upon the flood
you will find maple apples too sweet to bear
all headless and poison and bruited about the seafloor
ashtray palms like incantations of shaken porcelain
haberdasher nickel ore replacing steepened autumn
this was the last song he played without Her near