Capstone

In the infancy of fancy sycophancy 

you rock the unfurled world. 

Flag akimbo thralled. 

The untoward wards off shellshock. 

A flock of kismet birds flows through 

ampersands tilting a fleck to the left 

where window shopping chop shops pings 

making the rounds unwound as sound turns a flurry 

of outtakes of tumbleweeds in hopscotch mode. 

Hear the upstart flickering of wingspan 

veer toward weathervanes. 

Where a modicum of modal silence 

aligns with granularity of homespun fun. 

Lustrous feathers joust with rusted hoops 

in the fray of play dough pay dirt 

any way the die is cut then cast.