Esperanza

Although I may never understand this instinct
that keeps me out of those eyes
I was breathing intuitive religion of an Arabian horse
galloping all vague, big breath
and focusless eyes
stranger figure still in the wind, totemic
hurrying past these frozen tombs of lovelost
but tonight
I will stop
I will settle for the
gaping truth for the
crop circles I drew
in the blonde ashes from the tombs
in your hair while you slept