the spires piercing
blue ground, templar knights
on ghost horses rankling, swash-
buckled. Hurriedly they
hushed it. That
elopement cost the cities of kings
but Murray was unmoved, given the obstinate petitions.
Leaking seaward with the westerlies,
evaporation commenced along the salt trail
the others had walked.
The graceless untraced trespasses against us,
the uncrossed lines —
each candle, placed one to a side, now gently
We watch starling masses, cluckering, depart
pinwheels to the wind, in a brief
shower of shadows and prayer
for a day so long.