dog stars & chariots
cowboys with lariats
time-traveled whisperers seeking dogma & campfires
turning towards the sun on the backside of solstice
becoming the wolf moon at three o’clock on a Monday
mired in these layers of clouds
blue upon white upon blue upon white upon breath
again with the hours & ticking of towers
no
clocks tick
towers fall to constellations of sorrows
while wonder thrums to the stretch of light & wild
becoming golden possible
once more
