Nay this
reverse the rusting
and bring me to a station east,
after those rail rattling,
gear grinding vessels
that I chase beside trails, surreptitious behind stumps, trunks
catching light in the evening which passengers
mistake for having slipped
I linger between each coach
watching you try to sleep.

Brine

By torchlight quiver

hours flicker to their snuff via

divine waters which

lap to tease my roots

I am timid by your approach

and your frigid span,

I hover these slabs

always slightly elevated and I'm feeling

but in rays of color.

Audubon

This pond used to mirror the shade

which keeps it ominous and purely reflective

hiding something we aren't meant to greet

perhaps with stealthy pace or gnashing teeth

It's now a carpet I'm afraid to approach,

how deep I could plunge as a hatch may

open in the planks under a rug

The sea-sage fibers would wrap me,

probably tactically

I can already feel the gentle whipping of 

creatures tails I still fail to see

May this sheath crumble with my

struggle and peace come with full lungs

Clarifying prior curiosity as all memory

flashes and dissipates

The final exposure wound from ear to ear

captures this still community, exhibiting

colors I could not perceive before this release

Gracefully attained I freeze

becoming muck in a village

I would cling to the fallen twigs in wisps 

if one day it should dry up