Rise to me, sun eyes—this distance,
I’m not responsible for. It’s a
mountain range, full of clandestine
minerals, buried shadows.
I thought I needed you for change,
horned creature, you were just
something else to climb over,
setting the land for greens on the road.
I’ll follow my own dirt roads
tall as the edge of the lake, devoted
to the scent of bluegrass swirled
with musk, panoply of well-hung
poppies… Don’t take the gems out
of her eyes unless you want to see truth.