Steel / words / 2011 / Wood

				When I walk her at 2AM.
								I
										feel at peace.  In harmony.
								I resonate.

				When I
						walk her at 3AM.

								I
								am a paper sentinel.

								With
								a paper sword.


				When I walk her at 4AM.

								Her dew dresses my garment.

								I
									am at one.

								With
									this animal.
 
				We
					ride.

				I
					sing her discord.
 

                                I 
									wave her glee.

                                And
									down her concrete stakes and wooden slabs.
 
                                Along her 
									many
										miles of pressed visions.
 

                                                We
													talk.
                                 We
									are in communion.
 

                                                She
												asks where I’ve been
												lately.
I echo her
cradled Emptiness.