When he would peak
we would peer into his leather.
Then he would open the sun
and drive a hard bargain.
Ridges of overgrown surrounding hills
glinting out like knives.
Puffs of the steamed earth
like gears in a transparent engine.
Glossy trails winding over
the compacted fauna.
A-frame houses dangling
in spider web.
The planks of besieged symmetry
jutting forth in lines.

His shoes rasping with diluted fuses
finally taking off like a rocket
after the other bodies had gone home.