SONGS INSIDE HAMMERS

Start and end 

with red.

The eye will see 

the signs, the hazards

no matter the color

as borders, boundaries

to be crossed on  

the long  journey home.

Do not doze, though.

Let coyote do the dreaming.

Stay attentive. The horizon 

is fast approaching 

and has been, with its

mischief, the past 

shaped into present, a field

for grazing, a world 

without bloodshed.

Listen for the lightning.

Songs singing

inside hammers.