Big red-sun pulley has
Been lowered behind
The stiff horizon;
Last-echo wonder-filled
Songbird-flute phrase
Is held, suspended,
In the still-star air.
Somewhere a cash-johnny train
Rolls away to some distant
Coyote-wail otherworldville.
I am in the lizzy-thin,
Emerald and cowboy moment:
Listening to companionable
Words from orange, high-flame fire;
The mother-calm breathing of the earth:
In, hold and out.
19/6/2013