Billboard Glue

The milkyblue rolled on
you in pristine dew
a little about the ladder’s
crisp edge—its

slanted feet in the
rasp of nettles
non a hill welcoming

trains. She wrests a
beagle swaying from puddle
to-puddle- shoving
a series of peaches
& fishing line.

Some have tobacco—!
passed from front to back
like a lovenote.

Till underneath
blue overall’s holy trinity

the stickthin scent

of billboard glue streaks
a west end musical’s
halfarsed galaxy about
the roadside.