This nest of sun-crackled grass pulls me earthward
like seed heads drowsy with late summer’s weight,
more prone than upright, closer to winter
than to the longest day. Sunk to earth’s

I see the pictures now just as they are,
golden knights and a fearsome dragon
come to contend for the fate of our souls.
They rise from the page in a language known

I want to dream a fitting phrase;
I want to fly
into a bowl full
of refrigeratormagnetwords

Otherwise…
I twirl through mazes of cornstalks
without noticing
the flaxen beauty of the bounty,

looking for heaven
i flipped
to heart
Opened there