2008 Sonnet-- Iteration 13

 Our collective analogous or similar narrowed part or passage,
it moves like toxins in a lily in a foreign country:
moan a quality of an object that’s perceived by feeling or 
   packaging,
the crowdless noise or exhibiting mannerisms. A killed tree
pretends to manage at the one orthodox kilter,  the cavalry
zaps in to crush yr subjective red india ... call! go on, try!

Sickle town lucky charms cherish rainbow:
average arrives as the new original & adds detail
to the little swirling hours that have a claimed glow:
almost being here means being sent by snail
into the depths of various containers w. a grain so slow

that being at the start of the dawn hours
leaves rattled screwdrivers scattered on steel ground.
Where people were,  a spilled pail