larch, o man I made
I must unlatch this cold
constellation of two fish
as for me these kinds of dreams
for his way to moose I am armed
with my whistle but this is only a backstory
three more cities will loom
for these chapters and unspent ones
this is how hope is
always spoken beforehand
I am warned and I am ready
that neptune has been
to all our houses these nameable places
a pirate can say so o larch
a decade can be talked over or forgotten
but irregular saturn came once and went
will be back twice more, I am sure
this isn’t a final statement but the scope
of becoming a man some day
y madrone currently lives and works in Chicago, IL via Olympia, WA via Detroit, MI via Baku, Ahzerbaijan. Other work can be found or is forthcoming in The National Poetry Review, RHINO, American Letters & Commentary, Columbia Poetry Review, Cloudbank & So to Speak.