Jago

Overhead
Beneath a half sun
Howling a song
Jago
Winding down a valley
Black stray from the mountain
Midnight, color in the sky
Tells me why I ain’t sleeping
Unreal
How it’s realistic
This arctic July
Ever in that old ground
Lone me and her
And every where she roams
Bones and antlers
Overhead
Beneath a half sun
Gravity gone
Jago canine caught a sound
And a scent by the river
Found me beaten by the north country
Weary and lost