Test Fire

A pass at mast held like a beacon for renegade love songs

Held out in teenage assembly high enough to ring notice

Like a newly elected cheerleader buzzing the hive of the

Hallway verb strung like a vibe between her and I

And if only I could reverberate the swarm like

A maestro on the maelstrom with the pulse in the pantheon

Of high school cock-strong and intertwined with the lines

That matter in the chatter, but all that echoes is silence

In the wave of a movement veiled in insecure protrusion

To know she notices some inflection in the way I pronounce her name

With inquiry and declarative stance simultaneous execution

Of statement in appearance in test fire just below the surface tension of the water

Firing ripples in her eye lashes like a brush of wind across the Kansas wheat fields

Like a match scrape flecks of black ignite in her iris in such a swelling sea of blue

A dilation detected and a boy abrupt enough to speak