this just in ....

these fallow places the hollow spaces
between the rise and the fall
the fire and the glacier cool ...
between the snowdrop ditch and the smooth mesa of fullness
we ride through on painted ponies with ancient names:
placidus, gleam, viola, faic
we ride
awareness dimming
struggle to sit the saddle as tension sits for tea along
the femur, the gracilis, magnus and the brevis
hold through these unsown regions
hold tight
await
the rise
the fecund melt
taste the wind
lean in