brief images seen

                in dark places

        penile fish in calm water

                an albino fawn sleeping

brief words flicker

                in a darkened mind

 sad, naïve words

                must not forget

 salt coats the trail of

                these brief things

 these fleet things that would not slow

                or swing low

                      or let me ride

a dark room with windows open wide

                to dark sunlight a darkened

  mind

open wide to receive

                these fleet things

                             a decaying bear’s hide

                                a teeming sky

open wide to remember

                until memory flees

leaving a salted trail