in pale moment cut/half
midnight pictures thread
them on string stolen
from the master’s drawer days
counted out go full
circle to draw pictures of red oceans
where horses pace out
minuets borrowed/taken from
the celebration of
sunrise prayers caught
in our heads like choral music and
secrets in the caravan
dunes their hidden
numerology count by two’s
to eleven count
back again long past zero our
nameless sons lay their
cheeks their lips
on the mudsill their eyes
on cherry trees burn at the foot
of the lord’s mountain
