11-15-2015

I dreamed library windows
Pored over with snows;

Dehydration;

Diplomacy taking the shapes of
Owls;

Tops of
Wooden
Telegraph poles
Alight

With Orion;

Lungs of Queen Anne's War
Beneath a list of knives

Gracious as
Unlit horizon

Unexplored,
Purchased,
Recalling fires
And stacks of wool
And high-carbon steel.

We are
Wrapped in
Things that sound
Like creeks,

And in the one great night,
The dark
About the present house
A tried plain

That remembers feet,

The way north.