unlock the door to morning caught
in emphysemic breath remember horses
from a dream lit up by radium waiting for their master’s
blessing before carrying us into soft-edged
mist remember a distant arroyo and spinning our heels in
marionette fashion reaching for a hammer to fracture Galileo’s
sacred nebulae pushing out from the place we promised
never to mention again where there are no more
days good or bad where we draw and
redraw lightning bolts in the air
with bones
