Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
The loon framed against A burnished copper sky flies Towards the setting sun
All this cheap bourbon Can’t help me forget the blood I just can’t wash off
With outstretched talons The barn owl glides silently Focused on it prey
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