Parading

Under the wolves and coyotes of particular silences.

the marvelous / did happen in our lives, our stories

Then an empty sky, / neon-bright, empty.

The vultures loved me so much they’d feed

It’s relentless, the way it keeps trying

I’ve borne witness

A cloister, a silence

Did you see the Appaloosa in the sky?

let it drop like a rope of knotted

How glad I am –