Landscape

Ride that protozoan
horse through the forest
Jockey in your South
American dream

Whether or not the stones
resemble skies
the train’s exhalation
underlines the mountain

One eyed trees
peer through their fans
do not blink

The molten river flows
beneath an unclouded blue

Scream to the impending storm
capture it with your breath
cheeks puffed to bursting
ready to deflate to nothing
nourishing nothing but notions
a desire to prove
you are bigger
than the sky
the sky
your impediment