"Gold Fog Folds"| Bari Zezmore

gold fog folds the field cold count find gold folded in cold mold together cold gold we hold the road where old gold rolled mall lights melt in rain same pain count cold curb cracks by the store find five bent cents still together, we run two blocks more backyard blackbirds call all fall find the gate by the old wall count three, then jump now together, we land past the wall county sirens fade same shade gold dust crusts our busted knees find my left hand count together, we cross clovered green street lamps blink and blur low purr count moths knocking on glass moons gold wings ring round find together, we ghost toward the dunes stray dogs watch us pass through glass together under torn boughs count each oath twice gold find me where the willow bows down soda cans shine gold cold gold count cold breaths behind the store find one last match strike together, blue fire roars more dawn crawls over night porch light count miles back to your porch light together safe there we leave old names in mud and night