sniper
afraid as a cooper
peels prayer
after freighted, fraught prayer
rug to expose
a beating cavity
under poetry’s horse-brown floor,
rewind to
the spirited weave.
how delicate the hand
I work. warp, weft, I
hold you in tension,
knot, stitch, I pause
you, star, vine
motif, I note you, the open
field. the tree of life.