Poises

Poiesis


Rain spray
Like;

Ghost tales
Slither along the street

Behind cars the essence of the gone fasten their
Lacey brume veils

Drug from town to town-
“Hitch hikers”-

They are the bereft
That cannot claim defeat;

(They've unfinished business you know?)

That is why they are cycled,

from loam, to sky to loam to mouth, to loam to sky
Over and over again.