Sagebrush smudges blot flutter
butter stained paper wings winding
a barley full moonslide, pinballing the crescent
through to inky countryside retreats.
The fast track hard tarmac negative white
and black slip to slip-road soft grey gives way
to earth path potent country lanes, moonwashed
blues ultra to indigo, felt tip. Feather quill scratch-breaks
breaking a charcoal softening wave like river mercy
cradling the bends to sea. Turns headlight a hammock
across fruit grove trees daylighting the night drive
with colour and summer, my grain moon
longing a full green corn August glare
to golden, when this sturgeon moon glows so.
