Fair summer in its bulb seated orbs
the good times bathed in frozen acid
paw prints on foil and logs
surfaces scraped bare
by pinched and weary fibers
fraying paths ricocheting
over an implanted sky
fissured horizons tapping cracks in milk
the high reach of back roads
arrowhead castles slathered in saliva
gloves and sleeves cloaking nicked bone
the outlook rock walled in by teeming sudden forest
one branch looking at a rind of echoes
another in the snake's arabesque.