Locks

where weeds hang with bliss
against a water that glistens
in slats that hold back an abyss
we lay our heads in wonder

rushes and livestock remain
to ordain over this matrimony
intercepting a burgeoning plain
they lay their heads down in wonder

pumped to a distance in vein
beneath thumping diesel spirals
that mimic unbearable pain
we yield to these heads in wonder

a feathered askance and then silence
in vibrance the bugs chant for the moon
our passing distills their cool slow-dance
they swim for the heads filled with wonder