After the downpour tiny moths flutter like falling ash. The path to Montezuma Castle is sidewinding lizards and Sycamores with sagging skin.
a fox cuts across
the mountain pass
You REM through morning in Italy, rusted out trailers, viking cat funerals. Swimming in ponds you know they’ve dumped bodies without knowing who “they” are.
You want to write a love letter; you don’t know how. The solstice was weeks ago, but today is the longest day of the year.
of the pillow