Stare lines up a window frame with distant building and a half moon split. Stare marries the college-ruled to a bird-whistle opera.

Stare lines up a blur of tree tops with streaking raindrops and music-to-watch-the-world-go-by.
All this in black and white, a dog in the back seat.

Stairwell, tequila bouquet, to the fresh-aired and dim-lit. In a courtyard of lines, they meet. Paved delineations bisect the fresh-cut, the mulch, lines running perpendicular to roots.  Rolling, fickle shadows cross them all.

Basket-Case Vector, like a slam rescinded, burning, interwoven –
her parallel.

Stare, the wicker wick’d, accounts for all but the smoke.