the henna girls on the carousel hand-crank us the bird

and disappear into hares

foxes / barn owls / wolves

we index our love without lyric shame

slip letters into lockers like cracker jack toys hidden in glass eyes,

thematize our making in the path of the moon

      until chandeliers suspire

and the panel paintings fail

to move like heaven and earth

       until the last stalk is cut

and the legs of mustangs torque

and break

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Damon Hubbs: film and art lover / pie bird collector / lapsed tennis player / author of the chapbooks 'Coin Doors & Empires' (Alien Buddha Press), 'The Day Sharks Walk on Land' (Alien Buddha Press) and 'Fly Creek' (forthcoming from Naked Cat Publishing) / poems featured in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Otoliths, Roi Fainént Press, Does It Have Pockets, Apocalypse Confidential, and elsewhere / lives in New England / Twitter @damon_hubbs