Stereopticon

I’m calling your bluff Mike
the river cannot go back
the willow tree is you
counterclockwise
where did Grampa go
watching the oil gauge?
I want to feel like I did when
we didn’t fear our greatness
shared ideas finishing touches
in our circle, in concert with
palpable transformation
bloodlines half-face
above the horizon
the unswept corners
left to heal

*Posted May 4, 2026