Life stretches toward both horizons
The dog excitedly barks at children across the street
Wind stirs curtains, leaves
Spruce branches sway like green tentacles
Birds peel their old plumage and blow their flutes
The robin inflates its heart
Clouds coalesce and disperse like cottonwood seeds
Sky opens and closes its perforated maw
Hours are marked by color and the sun’s position
Rain falls
Horns blare
Sprouts greenly fork out of soil
Wind ebbs and flows
Flowers brighten
Each horizon darkens to be lit again