Glass bubble stung roads
the bite marks on small hills
fields flapping abundant color
a footprint's little streams
a headphone walk high
through the falling trees
sharing breath with rock
and reignited water
vagrant nest of leaves
on the carved mud
receptive wires
throughout the drowning cell
cracked icicle ropes
the rim of a forest's cake
suds of some dim bathroom
where I look out
from alleys of time
to a dawn no longer waiting.