nomad

follow the procession
the trails of feathers falling
a line of breadcrumbs lead back to the house of candy
dip it in milk and it crumbles away.
stars beckoning whispers, sleeping under
dew builds on nose tips morning seeping pores and cooling
cucumbers on eyes
iris snaps back to pin head when sunlight levers lid wide
hairs stretch in yawn on hills of their own
sucking stone breakfast
scalding tar melting, knotting onto feet and tightening
swivel at hips
noone to release