The peace opens when
the winds
Section drones down to
a dull moan
The thunder clap
applause rumbles off
Like a freight train
The eye, eyes up, run
outside
When-the-alarms-go-off
Oklahoma
Feel the West, the
weight, the
Breeze of the Rockies,
heat of the plains
Lift up your sails
We will build
sailboats of popsicle prayer
Sticks with a cross on
top
Hoping that You'll
take us up
Walking around in this
cielo
The first heaven
This wholly ground
Beneath our kicks
Caught up in the
rapture, the great
In between
The virga score
stretched across
Horizontal lines the
tracks
The moan
The hop-a-train
temptation let's see
Where we go
We're all the fall
leaves
Newspapers flopping
around the Metro
Faded headlines dimly
calling for
Attentions affections
The silence
Are you not interested
in me?
See you not my
Grand humanity?
Or am I past my date of issue?
I fear it
I may fall in love or
judge
Or find empathy
I'm a
head-on-the-shoulder but also
A shoulder-to-the-plow
Shoulder of the road
passing by
No place to rest a( )head
Chasing
While the storm
breathes passion
And barometric
pressure
Did we forget it?
Numbing games, numbing
jobs
Numbing drugs, numbing
loves
Nothing as sweet as
the rain on the skin
The dancing lights
reflecting on
Slick streets and
windshields
It makes my heart pirouette
inside me.
