When I heard the phrase "Jupiter mule" in a song, I wrote this.?
I notice a blind man writing his story in dust
on the hood of a weathered truck.
The truck is red and sits on blocks.
into the rounded wheel wells with curious intent.
What have I gathered from this?
Stretching the skin of a deer
around the smooth curve of carved birch
as I watch him.
She was foraging for poison when the arrow took her life
before I could offer my hand.
A cool air in the forest tonight,
from the dripping leaves that hang above me.
They are green beyond the justice of my sight
and I long for the dust
that is destroyed
by the hands of men
who see only darkness.