A-frame

A-frame
the night crescent wave
goodbye to grasses and seed

frame around the front
of waterways and silence
a chestnut and a hatchet

these framed
and tight shipped are lonely
one night that could not remain

face away
from what was leading
a picture that carried all

Hear the howling
disappear in aluminum highway
finally

The tiny sound
round ears so encompassing
telling a kind of slowness.