The way a deer will walk facing the wind to catch the scent of predators
The augury of wrens and a French word for fire
Here is the world and here is the land
An archaeological transference
A wildfire or a barbecue?
Glowing in the distance over the treetops
Perhaps the southern lights
A stone in each hand
A truth/ a bird/ an ember
Some multi-armed striding giant from your haziest dreams
Breathing, again: the smoke, but maintaining eye contact
Centered in this oilscape
Stretching the depth to a vanishing Skypoint and sacrifice
Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry, he lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.