Another round to see who’s
got the crown now
drank from the wisdom
of the bottomless sink
empty route to now
Smoke routine crisp
cold air of the mountain
fire filled rings with the
the civil war owl
rising up from the ashes

Mud clogged stump
gets thrown to fire
burns so old a face
in the moon’s
horizon
Catching flame to ancient
places
sitting trenched
in alchemy’s graces
oh oh, dome of  trees
emerald moon
with the howl
from
trickster
Ccoyote
howls at the owls
like they’re
flying right
through me