You Hurry Wonder - Shannon Wright

This frost you stand in

It draws on wobbled legs

This sway is stabled

I gnaw through your gate

You sort what I bend

You jar me for relief

This canter is guided

This room I pace

You hurry wonder

And fasten it in

You idle my forfeit

My dire you mend

The uproar is cautious

The error absent

This order is frantic

For the marvel you’ll send