a walk in the morning
Sleeping bird. Another lunar year.
Her ledge is hard. Her Kingdom is outside.
The Kingdom! We saw it on our walk,
and I talked and talked.
A tiny spotted cow walks on the hill.
I pulled his shoulder. Held him still.
Pasture, pleiades hold his eye.
Just don’t let everything move too fast by.
Actually, outside is hell.
His hand curves around the pill.