the willow trees
and lost dog pin-ups
if the ancients
read bird flight
and animal entrails
am I that crazy
searching smoke clouds
for angelic visions

I haven't seen
a good jagged crack
in the fabric of
time and sky
lightning bolt
fall from my dreaming sky
in months
and then the rains will come
and the smell
of drop beaten
asphalt
with all its
haunting qualities