the night moth demands a shot of soju
Month: October 2022
it is what it is in the throes of deep ecstasy
in the queue waiting for the bus autumn bees
caught in the act crows preening on lamppost
long drive down the subconscious freeway
stranded in bed the autumn lava rises
she brings gifts: of clay soil, chewed pulp and songs from the wild
with open arms the wilderness enters our home
the concrete and our lives now part of her hive
the potter hums shaping the curves of her nest