Final Draft Found Under the Turf
Dec 21, 2023
I walked up the mottled slope
Through soft grass chilled
This hour by the winter breeze
Dark under a crescent night
The beast’s spine shone
From the belly of the mound
Moving as it does chalk
Seemed to flow through me
Nesting as a life history
I came to the eye, patch
A sink of black amidst white
Pebble stepping stones
Then blank chalk rolls aside
Rocks describe universes
As a momentum shift