a place you return

a thread of carnation     persuades you to stop
on the edge 	of an anonymous road
	     where are you     going     	 some need place
			hungry 	place

recline on the hood     engine 	    warm at your back     
opposing the insistence 	of an urban March
     close your eyes    listen!          for a subliminal place      
			yearned for	place

where day arrives	measured and whist
with the tseee-ear! 	  of a flawless red-tailed hawk
     in a camouflage      of coral light     she unfolds your flashback
			in languid 	 circlets
		
		from left 		
				         to right			
                                                   
	                     left 			
			                                     right 	     

the havering dawn 	sidles against the sky      grazes
on a margin of horizon          	stretches her neck in a blush
     of self-consciousness       	first one way         then the other    
			as if perhaps      night 	     was an unsatisfactory pillow     
		     	a burdensome dark      when she ached with color

a razor 	of hindsight         slices into each sweetness
	why are you running     poised on this edge     this anonymous road      
	     always leaving      this place     this tender place	
			searching for	   that place		
			listen     	listen!	      	

			dawn startles into fragments
						                                   bolt!