Regrowth
budding at long last
relationships long buried
exposed to the light
–
tawney pine straw
a squirrel caches
his winter stores
budding at long last
relationships long buried
exposed to the light
–
tawney pine straw
a squirrel caches
his winter stores
wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt
–
a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell
bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage
–
shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro
lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment
–
dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons
a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence
–
finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings
an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field
–
a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire
with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness
distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone