Tag: Weather

Under Clear Skies

The ground is the hardest clay Groups of limbs follow its path Huddle in the sun Knees hidden, ankles astray Plot on how to tiptoe along cushions of leaves.  

Romancing The Drought

The mountain, hip bone of earth, shoots down a dry, hot wind  Rattles the skeleton city, held together by a series of pins and plastic cartilage.   We hang refrigerators, like art, In our bedroom windows  Who rattle clumsy tunes, instrumentals, transposing the fever… Continue Reading “Romancing The Drought”

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Palms Stain Green

    There is a roughness A quiver, that tells things The redness of spring cherries Leaves, autumn raked. Ears pick up the vibration Voices attempt to emulate But, it is the rumbling Palms search for The noise is subject to a tilt A… Continue Reading “Palms Stain Green”

She Is Not Among The Debris

    She forgets the slow current’s nature The bridge makes memory disappear Both sides, anchored to one another By concrete skin, steel bolts, a mirage Beams and illusion. Hazy covenant The shores are never separate sides Only two similarities, held in suspension  … Continue Reading “She Is Not Among The Debris”

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