who is this
husky?
shedding luck and fur
down by the horizon.

town tips in snow
& breathy-fog.
the mountain tips and prays
on bowed-knee,
to daughters in pursuit of happiness,
& trees.
she’s out there looking for the best in mother
madness.

a horse’s bangs, sprung
moon to ridge
to purpling autumn-seared fields four days lit.
this ease into living,
carousel,
carnival of lights
& love.
the rolling of a family unit.
the sound and punched beauty of it.
like when we were birds, or kids, or
humming the sun
strummed hills.

          [ catch a dream. ]

open your little eyes, bear cub.
see small pools of sulphurous heat
& repeat,
let go the smoke to breathe.