O Koronado

O Koronado
                    your gold is nigh
                    pull the threads from floss
                            of mares of harvest
                    gliding 35 seconds.
                                        Silver schooner
                                        rattan teeth
                                                           clenching wind.


On the rail, getta soul
                    charred sage
                    milk weed weep
                                        grade the stone
                                                            freight ton.


Ears, tampering years
                    conflating
                    banjo rhumba
                    fire skin
                    shards of wine
                                        gathering beneath feet.