One Morning

Yellow pines    No ever    no green    except where stems brown needles green    I walk on the wooden train    The fall’s water you swam in one cold morning    What you braved    That ice path    A horse fence    Where fences are horses with long hair    I braid the tale of the fall of stables Four paws touch dirt    stirring a flirt of sky a bundle of rare    You bundle into stables    I open with sandy tongue taste the grain of barkwater I look at myself in a mirror of weather Rain trenzas    Dirt cups us    We drink & spin like tornillos    A swallow’s nest    like an adobe tornado    Shit & mud & feathers & forming pitchfork claws Eggshells gone    We rest in the ocean smalls the pink throat The back door is also the front    The only smoke hole    Feathers rise & we follow