Jessica Lee Richardson Song for Someone Not Named You the clear grace   of arrogance   crowning itself in   a white paned box digging the sand   for chocolate coins   I photobombed   a church picture you left a latter   in your lookout   balanced a rock   on a skeletal square your thorns rest on   a rubbed off gleam   where the sky is lambs   and the ground is mint I thank you   for teaching me   to never put my arm   in an arm sized hole