A windowpane etched in desire
From the vineyard the old oak is admired
In the space of urgency, the dew presents
Knitting into time as vines entrap the scene
Push back the witnesses as the pavement retracts
A hardline pull of the busted hard back
Tossed across dust ridden floors
A semblance a daunt kept at bay
The absence is best to ignore.
I always love an image poem. This image, though abstract, does give the reader some concrete pieces to place. The rhyme that adds some rhythm along with meter. I like the rise in the length and then the fall that leads to “the absence is best to ignore.”