plateau point sunrise sears the cold stone
Tag: Elancharan
night highway some humans talk too loud
dusk the chatter of shadows up in the trees
insect carcass glides across sea of ants
sparrows and stray a fine dance at dawn
bus stop roof stray cat calls out for help
summer stream shadows skim the surface
shape the clay breathe night and dark into it
we find ourselves again in the act of old gods
walk in circles validating human grief
