THE FLICKER SPEAKS
Listen. Unless some small things are come to pass (pebbles and grass, dead leaves,
Ants crawling over rocks) you will not pull for the last moment. I've never
Not been benevolent, munificent, magnanimous, let you to use all of
Those little words you dreamed up. Frost traces your windows now.
Every moment inside your skin; don't dare forget. I wait; a moment later you are
Righted and set to minute. Counting your chickens. The wolf draws
Nearer to your homestead, your small lantern burning, your wooden door.
and, it's not an acrostic, but:
THE FLICKER SPEAKS II
The wolf draws nearer. Here, it's cold. Mildew grows on the back walls.
You wait, and shiver.
Every moment inside your skin--
don't dare forget. I watch you.
There's a lesson lost. Breaking out like crocuses,
you tremble, you're spread across the ground.
Another forty days of rain. Every bible's just
another love story, sweet heart, time slowing.
The arc's been sighted. The candle waits.