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