James D. Autio - MN Artists website

Dried Cranberry on Twine

Iced the nightlong buttercup

                        plumage. Shall turret the tin

ooze. In this rubble of bear

                        leather strung as rather had

spent heirlooms. On those

                        ledges pour berry by pawed

bumpers in the flatten fabric

                        the fluting hung to. There is

our generations birthing out

                        from a carved bone of pearl.

Cerebrum mold strange let.

                        Scraped the bare head yield.

There are claws of common

                        lid put to decorative necks.

There are torn dimensions

                        through which bear tenders

spirit swaddled. We within

                        are dried cranberry pause is

that rouge and blent radiant

                        with a transparent air piece.

That held taut this charmed

                        twirl by the bear is blue eyed.