The Escapement in the Machine of the Mind.

The shadows of the crows
acquire the flesh and feathers 
once they cross the red barn
and appear in the azure.

Below, wind escapes the dog,
albeit a shred, breath, wisp 
remains caught, held 
in the hoary guard’s maws.
It stirs up a storm of struggle.

You see no footprint in a field.
The crops eat the speed and noise.
They eat the girl hiding from the canine.

If she revives, frees herself, leaps out
from the sweaty and earthy rima oris
she’ll find my sleep waiting by 
the highway passing.

Kushal Poddar
Painting ‘Dream Chaser’ by Andrea Kowch