Tov

Of a happenstance

Fortuity loops

Through stoops

On lifts up

And makes:

Lines cross

Edges drag

Boil foils

Settling

Bursting steam melts the surface burning delicate tissue

Leaves rake

Windy gusts

To force the air

Toward sound

Round and round swirling thoughts like hawks that pressure issue

Year end

Ending round

Delicate sense

Asunder

Focus found whispered down to dawn at day's soft bliss blue