Hollyhocks peer through cinderblocks.
Nightdust coats rusting padlocks.

Wolverine waits, then races;
Caribou’s hoofbeats he outpaces.

Jokerman turns to nightingale’s tunes.
In the mist, distant calls of loons.

Mourning’s twins, stanchions of candied sins.
He marches between them, clad in snakeskins.

Gravid ghosts bearing yokeless eggs,
Freedom hollowed, truth’s tapestry frayed.

 the cloak or sanctuary design,
All are forever sequentially entwined.

Mike August
8/7/2011