lean me hard on the fence rail
stare through steam
this day and not any other
the pasture unraveled tornadoes on the verge
my hair tugged back
my dress too tight
my baby name lost in the dirt
a wind calls down the dead dog dawn
draws the hours of this and this and this
what is second by second faltered to the last tick
miracle birds take wing fill with smoke
their vision of flight
it grants my wish for clear skies
out-away
