coal catcher

A stale breath
Keeps bones dry
It weaps a separate
Sigh It flitters

Wind

"The songs of a friend
All lapse into time
As salt onto banks
Reground into mind"

Old hope is on elbows
Of elephants and pelicans
Who swallowed ideas
Who called in the night

A gate slaps the face
Who?
It is the future
Breaking the present
Before either has opened

In the ground
Severed charm
One way
One name
Aimed
Arced
Airborne