evening's
long shadows
lay peaceful between
a walk in the neighborhood
where the windows are looked at,
not through.
and the air
is not shattered with alarm.

behind
the church doors,
in the pews; a congregation
is dead.
i take them downstairs
to be buried.
the preacher is undisturbed.

"where the dead lay
the crows will gather."

beside an ancient well,
with stillness
and under a dark sky
with diamonds,
there is no natural,
nor any contrived.

i lift my arms
and take flight.
my dreams
spread eagle
on the back
of my mind.