Basins of tears from the sky

cliff side sputtering mirrors

pipes flowering rainbow paint

the sweat on the guardrails

lights that submerge in metal

and come out in glass

old barns fallen to dust

reassembled with holograms

wire's thatch of a running noise

that fits the engine's clear throat

blue sky in a ring of smoke

big wheels of pine scent

blankets of fallen wigs

from a passing theater

trod in clay

flickering grey cusp

of the flood in shackles

a park mapped world.