Salt Cones

Salt cones stretch the pews & this way

Ours is arranging limits come like elevation

To wares old & lent

Can I from here make flowers move

To each (his or her) own loss (takes less light ordinarily

Sharpening glances are pressing hands

I am fond of you (always) in these moments

What we pull across calves early

Not to be confused with rain or anagram

After shock (granularity