Place A Whim..

Curl your toes
Let the folds in your skin
Shape these mounds of flesh
-- add structures and textures

Pick a star
And try to see
Where it lies
In the blazing Sun

You can watch a wasted photograph-
lose another grain of light
And quietly leave it's frame
To a tattered-rusted rack

I'll let my electrocuted eyes
Reflect in perfect raindrops
And fall softly
To kiss this pregnant heath

Some vague reason
Bends the taut metal wires
To strangle that drooping branch
Where the bluebird once sat

When it's just a whim
This Earth is too slippery
To rest your dreams upon
-and fire a shot