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