Sculpture Garden Cinquain

Tonight
Noguchi saves
all of us from those fears
we nourish in our souls before
morning.

Dammed

Rivers
will fall over
themselves to get to you
till hidden locks without keys block
their reach.

I will
give you these lines
stretching over black top
till they become taut and begin
to snap.

To be
farther along
this lilac scented lane
is better than further into
mirrors.

To be
so colorless
and rhyme blind to the paint
used to cover the bark side is
my song.

Water’s
constant motion
from my city to yours
can’t be stopped by ice concealing
the want.

To be
multimodal
in two years is to be
a ride down can’t get there from here
derailed.

Years back
my mother owned
a car named Lucifer.
And you wonder why I refuse
to drive.

A clue
you are digging
your own grave in the dark—
this dirt under your fingernails
exposed.