AMY ANNELLE

it's fine the way it is

listen, now

prey tell, twilight

i will find you

beneath the comanche moon

the night is right for raiding

o, lonesome prairie

lonesome prairie, o

swift messenger

brings songs

it's all she can do to receive

all your days are dreams

of ship and travel

water and shelter

columns, eternal

wake up, lucky dog

come in from the elements

into a living room

nothing left but to watch

what came o'er the power lines

swallows nesting in the vines

swallows nesting on the ceiling

and swallows paint the walls

what fine dry stack masonry

a scattering of cattle bones, a comet gone still

there was a time she streaked through the sky

meticulously picked

look here, the view

and the other way, too

as it was perceived

to go to the land of dream visions

poor dying jewel

what a snack

next county over

it was harder than it looked

and though i am long, long gone

it turns into something else

get fed

lovely dash

take you a good rest

you did all you could do

now let it be

my arrow & me

never will i pick a bale a day

it's been a while but

yes, it can go wrong

i can think of worse

dirt heart

amorous tarantula, seeking tarantulady

not a rattlesnake, it's faking

where all the pixies in the know go

shobiz-ness

this is real and it's still happening right now

mountain man cabin

the view, slightly widened

old news

decay day by day

what now?