Western Wind

western wind
is the night’s breath
birth

every dream segment
eggs in cluster

conception
of feather
petal and pearl
mussels shelled upon the rock

where radial armlets grasp
grip each passing tide

ribbon
strung
hidden

along the sea’s glass tongue

will you listen for the last gasp?

polish the granules that sit so close
just to hold
your shadow
your footing
unstripped against each blow
your steady
outline rendered

on the contours
of the landing

where you fish
for every sun

Wingspan

And her feathers
Fade
with latitude

First
vermillion,
Then summer.

re-vision: there is every fold for you to change

you’re the only one to be
with you the whole way
please
introduce yourself
a tour guide
changing nametags
origami forehead
and everything else
everyday
until the oxygen thins
along with your feathers
and your red uniform vest
turns carnation
spit incandescent

what wind whipped your eyes in that shiny way?

what went past your head those winters

if we shaved the crust of this world
how much dust would encase our beatitudes
how many layers do we conceive solid
and convince
to melt?

why are questions arbitrary
and how are pumpkins
like punctuation?
where can i produce
a radish and a head
of lettuce

remember when you ate that wrench
then rushed off to be
your brother

nothing makes senses
senses make things
up all the time
five am
the sunrise
a temporary tattoo
a scratch ticket
a wingspan
and her feathers
fade with latitude

first vermillion,
then summer