fingering the gauntlet of day (April ghazal)

fingering the gauntlet of day (April ghazal)
spring-brown grass sparrows
where people wait for buses
non-paths bulge hard-packed
low wet edge twist treads with shifted weights
wait there is time yet to procrastinate wart
worry slip toe mudded delicious sink
wind river lashed rain
dash for cover is for others hermetic skin
long shrift skywaterland silvered all 
is tact and tactile past words shiver
to clouds down is abstracted seamless
without glasses branch ends peter out
buds will surround the downtown
a glass holds water as you hold me
moments of grasp are subjected to 
leaden arms might lead to 
embrace strop of cock 
crow tomorrow’s skyline erased
climate controlled thought scratchy dry
reheat us the winter tuber watery
bland waiting for profuse green May might
eventually is a luxury we fester
in individual darks
squared away re-re-retidied rooms
bed-caught by practical
sigh the cross of shadow ribbons
a gift box from window to ceiling
mullion blacker than sky’s night
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Not hitting the original ghazal form nor modern shape in Canada but maybe the draft will become something.