Three Nights Under Stars

waves rise to touch the sky, 

and the wind rubs its hands through redwood

duff swirling in swell and swill whine.

clouds roll, grawlix crawl like driftwood,

greygreen leaves in a line.

a blackbird flies through the window.

one pebble smashes glass in a dance of ruin.

the world is breaking, old and low.

shivers splinter a cat’s eye

choreography of damaged cavities.

two left feet march to wars.

spread no bill, throwing fishnets, 

butterfly starburst fractography lies.

vertical fogtrap fences of cactus webbing

trapped water drip three nights under stars.

turning old ideas into modern solutions,

assembling the discoveries of others.

thirsty, everything recedes in the moment.