Fried leg veins on a broad beam
rays of mud on the ascending arms
bright dawn spattered over rings of trash
satellite shields of the cradled arrow
pointing to the valley through the lunar tug
a hand print snoozing in clay
inside a ball of spines.

Saw wheel chewing up a slow path
flakes of sod flavored with ancient honey
tracks of some divinity's urge
across the mud of a thorn bush.

Grids of rectangular granite floating
over the blue fields
and shuttered speech of ink
door swinging to an open sky.