A tawny frogmouth gapes,
showing its pale mouth lining
by breaks in the passing clouds
twig's net cracks a dam
moss legs and arms flowing after
the seam in the huge rock face
the mask of tributaries
going after that rift
a hurtling rope of cloud
heading off the footware
and keychain lizards
a vault of ceiling tunnel linoleum
cards of stone on an old thread of links
shining spilled and shackled years
pining after a twitch of hen fat
slipping past the cemetery walls
free shelves whole wads of chairs
and burning tires of hair
piled up in tufts.