The farmhouse auction Citadels shot golden while farmyards purchased long summer nights orchids watched. Their patience fell into arms that gave what needed— prize blooms candescent the silo’s hover. The scene paled in memory now, there’s shock when death of one announces; it avows boons doors had shouted to youth gathered for deep appraisal when their childhood was wonder marked love shared with nights that followed. Each our yes from out them— a sequence years form of if failed undertakings dreamed in the past stand us envisioned for glorious futures cleft presence abandons. Night visions The heavy land coils under bond of peace. Its reach affords proved love’s ground dying gives way to in hollers firmament cheats. Those passing shots comb the rage planets succumb of as ours barely alone feels confidence treason bothers along owned nights agape at stars their shower with dreams this holy lounge, trimmed fields doctored. A holding innocence The clock tames their racked world with justice reluctant. It forgets the passions that rummage in their veins as they seem an ounce of heaven harrowing that tic-toc feeling desire ascends with when youth climb to extend the cut-life that wants its reign pulled over the eyes of what remanded— lines pressed by Time and the martyrdom upheld with so that shock blames each the vaulting defendant.