Monday, October 29, 2018


Looking out at immortal
dawn, it's dis-
quietingly easy—to imagine

the countless lives
which must be

under the weight of its bracing
horizon line—
above which,

cast in autumn
air's fierce clarity,
cut countless

genuine arrows;
but those
migratory animals

must never
leave home either, if
they don't care

a bit
what state they're
in—or which.