That moment of stillness
a cirrus sky, peeled orange flesh
fresh tendril, a road that leads into
the salmon woods. Night. A single
star. Sirius suspended over a city.
Scent of damp and green things,
wild water escapes your mouth,
the bloom of it lilies a funeral, lilacs
a tomorrow. Steady, you breathe into
that unfastened sky. Tonight nothing breaks

against the earth. No growl. None. Now
you can think button, button it back up,
block out that future remembered.
Block out the worst of it.