Random Rules

Distant thunder

Two pines against lit background

midsummer light and the grass

my dog dreams of bone

He is also a horse

Worn out shirt or "the dregs"

as I once referred to as

Unable to be donned

retired later to cedar floors

Silverfish devours all Latin

and Greek and [hole]

a cemetery wall now

uneven death in your tongue

So distant a night, a winter

a dull thump of the clouds

my dog, my shirt, your Latin

wallow in wanting still, here