What We Found

…asleep in manicured 

detachment, in an airplane that floats

like a song, in a Cadillac full

of roses  (that stalls on the beach),

and on seahorses that back 

into their twinkling caves;

an inclination to cling to them,

to not let them slip. to let them sleep-

an icicle that grows from a tree,

a feather thrown into a canyon,

a dime found in the snow.

-james tate