abecedarian

anthropology is not my major

but has evolved to draw me

close by quiz prep to the 

downside of experience as

elevation, shaping shorthand

fractals at first flea-sized then scaled

gargantuan before summer 

heat expands to lay low toward

immediate centering that precludes

jaywalking as trespass on

kaleidoscopic umbrage taken 

literally while drained of 

meaning as midlife Maltese pet 

named after the instructor

Quentin sparking various

rambunctious attitudes and

sleight of hand invasive as the

tacit grab for all thirty pieces of silver

under the cracking leaves with  

voracious appetite propelling 

walls of wannabe that once

x-rayed reveal shortcomings 

you'd never a priori know as

zeal infusing daily life with greed.