paper clip snare

at my disposal
an arsenal of rattles
each quiet when lone

water bodies under currents cold

drip drops tight on top
water was just rain I thought
until we swam still

to draw breath and use it

scream out at the black
the light needs help in risin'
so wrap tight your ghost

new wetlands for ages

over clay-fold fields
red river never knew green
so blue made its bed

no blimp carries from sky

without ropes cannot
his knots tie function to form
from earth to earth bound

smoke falls up

dig in, cloud children,
cling to atmospheric dreams
while your bubble heals

eating the sun

harvest berry pluck
wind belly coat take clover
tumble blissful grass

old cities warm and sky

snare-wrung fighting doves
floating place, possession of
stone perching faces

some january morning in january

blue leather boot strap
toe tap mittens out the back
balled snow sneak attack

accordion air

sharply sighs machine
with memories of dancing
taverns, streets, and halls