soft moans from a shrouded choir.
from the earth's chest, a rise and fall.
balanced on the edge of the hour,
a moonbird spiraling amidst endless drift.
husks of afternoon, scattered amongst golden fields.
leviathans rise above the tossed ground.
quiet in their sleep.

the quiet resignation of the radio
behind me. widowed, static, alone.
the imprint of a farewell left on the
back porch.
you remember how once, the doors opened for you,
before the orchards were forgotten
and the cities were left to die.