Jeff Crouchoutline a sack of cement your skin soaking rope from a well to drag your body down or hold on within yet fossil no scale an upheaval, or a wrinkle your weight in wind stretches, cracks, bends humming bird at flower does more than hover to film liverspot, liverspot lime damaged hand we won’t talk of color nor chalk about bone not fire retardant glue never holds nor sleeping is water nor healing my balm Jeff Crouch is a writer in Grand Prairie, Texas. Google "Jeff Crouch" to see where he's been on the internet.