My Unicorn Poem by Ebi Robert

She harvested lines in the cloud
When the whirl-wind broke aloud
The map fishing for headwaters
In Bryce Canyon secrets - mountain tasks
In the mountain chased by snows
In the niche of a dandelion
Red-eyed vireo, white-eyed packs
Mirror the facets of fainted doom
Train thrillers packing floating-bogs
Black-eyed vireo, logging tundra plains
Out of coral reefs, my unicorn dresses the lanes
Wealthy weather waxes with fine wines
Founded on tiled trite terrace
A vintner's tablet, to ride her back
And be back from the bank
Good legs to match that thing and swing the wipe
I know serene terrene - The gallop and loops
White hair of a vintner's glass gold
Watching the horn on paths cultiva
But my mien means miles and on sight files
And in journey race on myth that might-