Seven images suggested by empty air

The wide tan car hood of a Buick LeSabre
Like the expanse of the unconquered west.

A dry winter without snow or shine,
the oyster-overcast ice,
as imagined by ancient primeval gods.

The reduction of all breath
to a hair parted this way.

And yet also the expansion out of windows
from cracks in the weather
to expanses of amber waves
to include everything but the everything outside,
and to imagine that.

An old resolving note.

A scrap of mail
delivered across the globe
in rain
precisely to its destination,
indicated in the arrangement of ink
somehow stable on the paper of the envelope.

The open point of air, as in a sigh,
that precedes exhalation.