Unbridled

night’s marbled hand

dropped a needle

from an old-growth pine

the constellations have hit it

rich, they have cast their ballots:

the purled wild rock lizard and high-volt dove

a bugling elk grieves his wild anthem, 
fading; one more blistering figment,

suitcase in its hand, a new

mud and fur satellite is lifted

taken to the stars, another light

velvet angel, transformed,

our ears bend skyward