We would see great fields of dandelion

                                                                                                       Milkweed and Wooden Leg, acrylic on canvas

Was this forest burden. To leave our body.

There is beauty being that were tender.

That were whispers intent. Then the living

twigs to hem arising shapes. We are dilute

veiled in sufficient fields pulsing. Moving

lights alongside formless hills. We were

created affluent. By that had hat and hand.

Could well have been her father’s trousers

were left balled behind us. We align limp

at each barren yield. Want exhaustion did.

Bloomed about the caul that were negated

by left felt the wrapped moon. Discarded

to our feel sought and then stumbled case.

About to go drunk on a cocoon of laughter

healing against us. We bend wept for joy.

There in our heart traced had grown to the

worm glow beyond is fresh. Borne wonder

worn apart in pursuit a tactile pleasure bin.

Eye of the Rabbit

    Before a brain been forth. Before too tender

the narrow is. Had rustled about this canyon

    dwelt atop powerful haunches. Into the purer

eye the rabbit nestles in transient socket. Had

    etched upon fragile grass is welded across a

spirit world seeming. And revolves the seeing

    eye in whose sluice a moist coddled. Brought

such wonders across barriers the shepherded

    batter. Had shaven some this humble morning.

Filled the belly on young alfalfa ties the farmer

    let spread and shuffled to the brush future is.

Keyed such memory portals for the garroted

    decay. Everything else turned prescient in the

eye ajar. Bells sung to the meadow enable seem.

(Yellow Medicine Review, Spring 2015)

In These Dandelion Hood

Milk cloak the bindle jar. Blanket a bent

milk tampering left cloak flowing. Made

milk of these flower robes. Milked even

of cowlick. That the dulled robes tapped

a skirt where in a dandelion hood. Once

been ruined a milk ogre had sat sudden

as for cutty bulk that these dick bearing

beneath by uneasy thimble. Milk an etch

is went. Scrub the puppet seat. Wishing

on a sympathetic milk chair. Of it mostly

better blanket the moment a thoughtful

horses. Than dark in curled these lunatic

thereafter. A mass. A ghost beak hooked

the shadowed edge. Somewhere in these

other eye reach to lingers. Huddle chalk

silhouette to make believe in fit to form.

Milk now the skip sun crack. Uncommon

turtle twisting. Exactly hopscotch caught

undered by regrown. Face is wreathed in

weedy fritz. Scrubbed the puppet seed is.