shotgun
windchime



catalpa pods in october—
        a thousand lynched serpents
amid the drooping fans
     of court prostitutes



 a lane of brightened frost
                 inches toward the giant skeleton
       sleeping on its bones



embers within
a circle of striped blankets 
made of fire



           deep in the urban park—
painted turkey chained like a bicycle
to an ornamental shrub



line 
     twig
                       wire

                                        –a finch!	



struck, the brass bowl chimes 

                                                      fly orbits away
returns

Published: SORTES Magazine, Issue #25

Photograph: Clayton Leite | Pexels.com