out of my spine

upstanding old stones laid the grounds of a home where the stellar jay chirps a crazy play calling to mates it distorts the winds sending them abstraction back to blow back beyond the highest reach of their unknown straight into the weaving fabric of a gifted artist she makes the blanket a story into its own other birds collide with a sound reaching for you pulling on the summer to bring strange moons in the gravity unlevels a sandcastle virtue eroding upstanding cool breezing trees sway joyfully in a city of pines where the cottonwood combines I seek the unwavering moments that hold breathing still it sends the chills out of my spine straight to the pine where they communicate the language of eternity