Untitled for her pleasure

I find that often I am most blind
when fact fades to fiction
and tricks around with friction

meter me this too swift
were our companion creeks
we washed away the banks breach

i crafted jetstreams in new eras
in my mind and heart of minds
to outlast a day in full sun

plants for a future or plans for endgame
we grafted spikes into heads on pikes
flower devils grated maypops to stop

I texted and tested
each hypothesis
they weren't so easy as pie

punch drunk loves
faded fast sober as folk
drove me home as a stone

the weight's in back, toward a
skid controlled in slack
learning to fly here and back

skip the lane, the rockfish flags
a heavy tin frame
oil its hinges just the same

[This last is secret
a tale for a tea set
when tea for two
is just me and you]

Toying

As we worked backdropping the long fields of soy,
A dog, a beautiful black bitch
brought a red rubber bell toward our working field
she knew we could not stop to talk
but she talked to us
the knowing glances
seeing that our work was at a head
She would not yield
until we played briefly
during the mid morning breaks

Given the chance to discuss our options
we were confident she was no threat
but owners never suffer
the fools who tend their fields
i hid the bell in the crotch of a tree
low but not low
She complained and fretted
I did not think it ill will
but definitions shifted toward the crotch
until the lord graced her need

I knew a dog once that had her looks
A raven mutt, a trained voice that spoke
on command
this owner i knew as well, not fearful
when I saw that no one knew
the memory was made reality again
eyes drenched in a shaken low slung harness
not just another bitch
a distinct and distant dark crow, whose ending
I should hope to know