1.

   Ol' Snake Doctor comes
buzzing his Triassic self
 through the blue lupine.


    2.

        Hum old as roaches:
    stiff ink-sketch wings, crossways fixed,
     scorn the faddish hinge.


        3.

           Bronze god's eyes, lidless,
        roll when my gaze drops.  Design
         they advise  survives.


            4.

              Needle -- brittle, cold-forged
            foundrymate of ferns, snails --
               stitches air and time.