Where my carriage is jumping juniper

around the wet wood

and a blueberry seed is dancing

near a clacking horsefly

mica winking

from behind the wet shale

stems beading and a sharpened knife

the sanctuary's pit stop

in a sky of thieves.

The place chalked out under glaze

from some fleeting railway

the dark's dressing and hollow tool

very placid with vacancy

a scratched coin

speaking near the campfire

five teeth on a string

a paper towel suit and plastic face

dusk's magnetic nest ridden bucket

and ring of fools.