to deliver any of these moments, in perfect clarity
the dust, caught, between streetlight resolutions
footprints, in short and fragrant sidewalk grasses
heard the tears leaking from the road
outside of rosemary's house
nobody deserved that loss
so soon

I
hadn't said
my last sentences
haven't seen you in years
this news rests heavy on my father's eyelids
attempting sleep, in a log or tin cabin miles and miles away

summiting the path that diverges from penny lane
through semi-forested, midnight blanketed steps
the glitter of the valley below lies in wait

the clouds ventilate interior spaces
leaving a halo of shadowlit castles
three stars pinpointed about
the perimeter

lost my breath
telling myself you'll want better
before anything can change.