gannonwrites:

I am looking at the garden

Over the crow’s nest

Of this morning’s 

bed

The sheets are 

Restless 

gentle eggshells

white with the

catchings of spilt

(whatever humans do)

love 

which stirred and galloped

Frenzy delicious delight

Oh to be in a field 

A golden halycon

In flames

all the grass

is tremors

Moved by the explosion

of our hooves

touching land