II. peacoat warmth from clasped hands the view from above shoes against carpet shoes against roof shoes against house and street against stretching plowed fields shoes against browns and pale green squares against tiny moving specks shoes against Californian coast against ocean and tide shoes against changing of blues of suspended clouds thick bay fog whirlwind messy hurl climb into its valleys make my bed on the bend and dips seats and wings rip out its teeth hang my coat from its tail piles of charred branches the fire we made last week the loose but heavy sketch of my hands the places where the charcoal became dust the places where the charcoal drew itself a seed, deep in my palm.
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