Extinguish
searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused
searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused
I’ve struggled so long
stumbling through the darkness
blinded by the truth
–
awakening-
the light of
a false dawn
the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm
–
on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain
thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood
–
old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war
wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths
–
a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter
northern white cedars
defying all odds, clinging
to the bare cliff face
–
crying gulls-
hatchling turtles
race to the sea
shellshocked and bleeding-
wandering the husk of a
demolished building
–
floating ash-
Nothing left but
deafening silence
misty morning run-
lake water rolls off the bow
oars dipping in sync
–
fingers entwined-
a light rain
ripples
scrub trees, weeds and vines
she reasserts her claim on
the urban landscape
–
pottery shards-
new growth rooted
in broken asphalt
salty air, your hair
blown about your face by the
wind off the water
–
rising smoke-
below decks
on the ferry.