Road cone,
small-bore shots,
rose wine and dead foals.
The seeking head
from the shuffle,
a hill of fringed leaves,
twigs worked over by swift teeth.
Yellow puff, index
of spindling roots, hands grown
from roots, sprout-to-bloom.
Mottle of pools,
dust-fingers spread in
the dust of the dashboard—
paste and the wine-darkened
cone.
-2003
