a luminescent blue

behind the sunset trees

of a common Tuesday


an early death


Tejano accordion

exploring your sleep


so few things really

are a part of anyone’s plan.


The moon

finding its way to you

over the soft riffles

of a small pond


a little owl

in the peak of your house


or later, the silence of snow.


It will not wait for you.


It is all beyond

the best you can do.