Obsessing the obvious,
riding the winds formal haunt .
Stepping sideways across the
alibi of dawn .
The nearness of morning weeps
On blossoming cherries.
Feeling slated and slightly weak .
Sad eyed conversations.
Trying to to find her level ground
seeing the big picture
through the smallest details.
Knowing there was no alibi .
Just having to learn to live with the truth
through misty waves of planetary storms .
Her thick socks soundless on the hard boards .
Secrets from the Elder’s age
the thief of dawn
past a narly oak .
Speculating on Arabian horse
carrier alibis .
Washing morning from her feet .
Prancing horses ,
sad brown eyes
on the move .
She slept with the window
cracked open and
awoke to a gentle rain .
She pulled up the covers and curled,
but finally woke to the soothing
sounds of birds .
Her alibi was broken by
soft conversations
about art poems
with elusive meanings .
The Coyotes alibi
stretches the dawn .