old gravel for new proverbs and untied boxes in Scottsdale

shelter for trappers in trans-gulge sapphire shadow casts
did not declare themselves unholy, unwavering, or supportive
thinking of a life outside town like an extracted persona,
made for these times, not a peddle-folk orchestration in sight

stringed grass-plat moved in accordion thoughts on maps
aging like a stranger in our own floating steel apartment,
whether, the subaltern nature parsed order imposed on birds,
cities, and cry-scapes that drown out the neighbor songs

theatre for scourged swordsmen laughing like untied boxes,
there we have laid our living stone voices, shattered,
along the petrific eyes of the Steller’s Jays west coast flights
Javelina chartered like sand on windows and paper in Scottsdale,
on domesticated waiting-shadows, territory of arms, caverns tying,
where the dawdling taste of singing air modulates time anew