[back]Fear He strung his fear across the bridge of his nose Where it pinched and drew his face like Too-small glasses or a wafting yeasty smell— Claimed territory from courage as it lingered there. A well of molded plastic panic cast and tarred His jarring movements, as he darted and he dodged The bulletins of disaster that were sure to darken day. Framed misgiving as a portrait in a crowded mirrored Hall, or a draughty cellar piled… He hung his fear across the door of his house Where it clouded and screwed and skewered The light in the yard, brocade/blockade of heavy Interlaced alone time as he fingered his Forgiveness, wasted worry beads and scarred The marred sunlight as he festered and he fumed Through misplaced anger that had nailed him in this fray.