Like a vein of hard coal, it was the strike
but I am afraid the eagles have their own theories of joy
I had /
a love. A blue /
kite untwisting /
Here they are the words fluttering in the mind
John Wayne is watching / from his lacquered saw blade on the wall
Look at what happens / when you want to feed your family.
Madness / was madness, that’s all.
Winds cheat to pull heat from smoke
Certainly life / burned inside him.
A presence at a border draws / the arm of the light