(no subject)

While, moving across my land,
brandishing themselves
like a burning branch,
advance the tallow-colored,
walleyed deer,
quiet as gondoliers,


[[ while I wait all night, for you,
in California,
watching the fox pick off my goldfish
from their sorry, golden state – ]]


and I am no longer
afraid of anything, save
the life that, here, awaits.