Far as Mine Goes -- Albert Mobilio

Wreaths of sand, sentimental sap
Sleeping lengthwise, and my glorious
parade swirls by

We stood perfectly
as light poured down through trees
Stars as cold as steel is

I shook my headache's head
Flags forward, a passage among suns
We're strung twixt this word

and the ruined word we trace
From sputtering air, I catch and
pocket frictions nearly thimbled-size

My night-watch: night's watching me
as I dream ships, their prows
breezing on a spumy sea of lists