Scales of dawn

glinting on fallen armor

cans turned over

in the cloudy wind

my gone seat of granite

and propeller pen

slanting from a hat left behind

and the one rose's sacred thorns

walks on an iron bridgeline

lingering alone

to watch the webs unfurl

into sweet nothing

on an outer plane

svelte reins and veins of lightning

lassos of electric love

melting the ice furniture

and an open doorway

for a thousand tongues

among the million

and the grass not theirs alone