WIRE

Juggler on a tightrope
winds a way through
birth, death, rebirth

Comes a time
then Nebraska smoke
reflects off a glassy pond

Sand hills run on forever
old man beside me
trailer behind

It's cold, it's December
full wolf moon
awaits the snow

overtakes us all

FAITH

If it's too cold then whisper

Gray clouds
Fringed magenta
Azure fissures
Pastel light