Daniel Rosso

A Sixth Wheel
(from the mouth of the lighted horse, we can see how far the sun will go)

I've felt alive before
I half saw my breath,
but now with outstretched lips
I can breathe into sight
beautiful gardens of cracking ice
from deep within every wisp
birthed in my chest,

a new sense tingles,
death--
the pull of small chariots
to hide my blooming frost
in hands along the horizon
pulling my life against my will,

slowly away from the light
I feel my mouth go numb.