you’re the drafts of dusk
that sifts the rusty rafters
songlines become sighlines
my heart
more cave and cavity now
waiting for the collapse
fairy lights flickered
when no one was watching
woodsmoke curled to sleep
in the grass
is love
the performers
performing for themselves
a slow show
once the wings
of the main show
packed away
instruments played gentle
as injuries
beneath summer sun
share the shadow
of a brolly with you
within its soft circle
we’ll listen to the rain
in each other
the ghost of fireflies
froth from the fractured minds
of the thistles
the burning breeze
flakes the fields
I see you
the suits of shadows
lined with gold
the horizon howled
snow swept the streets
daylight crashes
against the skylight
woodsmoke laces the air
with the cream
of its song
held together
by threadbare threads
my frayed feathers
stroke the sky
from the ground
sparrows dream songs
within the walls
glass the gatekeeper
asks the sky
if they’re on the list
lost
what I’ve not even
found
the cry of church bells
across the city
serpents of scent
wrapped round your wrists