The tears choke waves
undulating through the desert,
To dried wells
buried beneath the colosseum;
Somewhere I believe
Between shadows looming
and dreams pinned
on the board of summer wind
and frosted pine broken by the eaves
of frozen creeks and sagebrush dusted meadows,
Driving somewhere I believe;
Heart lead pulsing just barely,
Head pounding as I’m pulled
pushed, shoved under
all the fleeting stars
that bled shorter than I do,
More gentle than I
pearled on the sunset
tomorrow and one day more
Yesterday and one day less;
And nothing will ever be
as warm as you
Or ever be you when
you’re gone