Turn us loose-

My mind

Like a button drawer.

There

Where things are compiled

You will find me-

There amongst the string, and garden clippers,

The keys, broken Swiss army knives,

There amongst the tape measures and tacks,

There amongst the needles and thread,

The barbed hooks,

I am.

My mind is the canyons of my youth…

Where we rode the norths,

Like a school yard.

Our colts brash and impatient

Their breath billowed like incense in the autumn air.

Like prayers-

“turn us loose” they said

And we like them were wild.

“Turn us loose” they said

Turn us loose to slide

Haunches slide

Theirs and mine

Down through the breaks,

As quarters and lose change

Shale and skree 

Slide before us

“Turn us loose” we said

 I like them

And them like me-

            Were wild.