out there where we
imagine clouds rising
the taste of mint
at the bottom of shared glasses
ancient winds
shaking horned trees
human bone eroded down to sand
and the memory of smiling
footprints coming and going
over the round of the world
and silences we long to hear
where lights wink slowly and go out
and coyotes stop, sit, and sleep
out there where we imagine
edges, bleeds, and monsters