Bent and Beat

the girl on the horse reads my future with a deck of bicycle cards
the wind through the pines and
across the rocks drifts into white noise, becomes electronic feedback
in an empty place
between stations
the lake is shallow, a mirror in the fading summer sun
surface broken by a few monolithic boulders, stones fallen from Her crown
She casts no reflection and i fear to see my own
her domain,dominion, and thrall