Vagary Ships
Tatters of dream
flare out
then quiet
in periphery of morning.
Statements of iron-tongued
desire and baleful gallop
fade to pure drops of oxygen
awake in rectangular dark
unaware of the window
or yard outside window
just self-contained
undefined
position
I pose to bring house back
sitting, head-cocking
suburban ac lullaby
and back in the year
where your warm breath
grounds me
simple chore of coffee
I bring to you
makes the past
all worth it.