They sit where horsemen have passed
Moisture rising from
the hoof prints….
Owl dreams hovering above them….
on a rainy mountain road near grove Oklahoma
A dead black one lifted its glistening wing
As I passed…..
In a haunted mansion in France
I closed the bathroom mirror the limp wings
And vacant eyes behind me….
These are the ones that chose us….
And will sit with us
While only our shadows remain
and our bones have melted away….
Thursday July 16