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.