"Rural"

The sleepy streets blend The overcast sky. Wearing your line, Wearing your line, Limp and fragile Strolling through the bank, Sitting next to a railway. Luring grey—the sunrise. Emptiness echoes The footprints. Sheets To wash their dress. Molting feathers Floating like coral. A dot white speckled black, Cream and pastels Diminish it dull. Forget the immigrants, The innocence. Ties lie in soil. Greats send blankets, But blend in the grass. For mulling over. For rest in disclosure, Stifle the belt Of the foraged brooch. Broken tandem. Steerage. The bridge. The moon that haunts in white. I howl.