ANOTHER ACROSTIC

On the cutting edge

Of flattened sages,

A windy ledge

Of rushes rages;

 

Crisscrossed, prosaic,

They jut out stark

As Aramaic

Against the dark,  

 

Archaic writing,

Cryptic, bright,

Triptychs lighting

Showy night,

 

Forgotten hints,

Blizzards’ haste,

Fingerprints

By snow erased.