Laces

1

a white dress floats

in the dark mooncut

river                a thin

winter breeze

rustles the hillside

of dry oak leaves

moon-dressed wings

of an owl flare

as they wince through the veil

from another molten realm

2

perched in the crotch

of a massive sycamore

is this eye buffeted

by the breathing river

this obsidian eye traces

the silent migrations

of clouds

the cloud-like dress

3

on damp mornings

as the mist and this eye melt

into the threaded mineral dream

this staggered row

of sycamores               stands

like the wrinkled legs

of a mythic white mastodon

briefly

occasionally     it appears

the massive head shrouded

and blind.