Old tree is barking at the moon
Squirrel is telling a tail of balance
Fence is fighting off the neighbors
Streetlights are glowering at the dark
Fire is thinking of an old flame
Autumn is falling over itself to get here
Sea breeze is blowing smoke
Clock points the way for the snow geese
Flat surface of the lake is an old man sitting in a bar waiting for no one
Wolf howls on the mountain for its long lost bird
Evening disguises itself as a door
Door disguises itself as the wrong door
Cricket’s song translates a dream’s forgotten language
Gate swings open to let the night in
Night closes the gate behind it
Mist is a yellow-headed snake searching for its sister the sun
Old shoes are dry grass waiting for rain
Dew gets up and leaves everything it owned except for its one book
Voiceless monarch sings to its ancestors a song of victory that cannot be heard
In the prism night
Wind wraps itself around it all and steals away
