Morning hardening fluff filling tracks from

moonlight pressed

pressed with moonlight

moon-pressed light

press of moonlight

the song of silk that fills the skin of night

Code words of moon and wine


What did you dream last night I ask this president, this king, as the dawn wind rises forgotten in the night’s servitude to build the bridges and be the embassy of form as you float into the breath of dawn, dawn wind’s service


History breaths like concentric rings

as somebody spoke

into morning fire smoke

and purr of everlasting wings

returned autumn hope

that words condense into October wind

to weave a pathway

October away to earth


asters and blooms of white ocean

laughing sea calyxes, fields of thistle

and echinacea punctuation vibrating

this human birth