Dusk

Dusk our crumbled callousesdrifts with the birdsongupon the fumes of the dark bruised by the blushpigeons coo like frogsafter years of singing lessons fill the hollowness of their feathersnot thin their throatsto just before bursting prayers not fortunes tightly scrolledtied to the chipped roseof their mangled feet standing upon the tipsof their missing toesdive into …

Twice as bright

Twice as bright a choir of three octillion candlesrequired to singthe brightness of the sun the bemused sun watches mewatching the wind like a wishtravel these endless fields of flames even if you could gather such a crowdhow would you ever light them allin the same moment then I see that momentall the struck matcheslowered …

Sometimes you forget

Sometimes you forget there is always a river whittling away somewhere that the sea is still from time to time and there are desire paths with slow thoughtful steps quietly being reaffirmed