Not long after rising
the air begins to fracture
rendering unto Caesar
through a splintered throat.
Following late winter spoor
not to seek the flame
but to take comfort near the burned
which longing eyes cannot fully see
like flowers standing in a field of snow
emptiness where both seem to be.
Coming to a place that's all trails
of breath vapor in animal shapes
school buses hurtle by
neurons gaping out the windows
faster than ever they could aspire
in former incarnations
they flip over and fly apart
cascading fresh mats of yellow fiber.
The design is apparent from higher up
say the Muses taking leave
of the clouds parting
over fields of flowers
straight as keyboards.