winter morning
old gods
stumble across roads
Tag: Elancharan
the empty house slips into a quiet dream
cold floor conundrum
the body
remembers nothing
winter cries of children linger in the hallway
invisible hand of wind draws ripples
koi pond
we just sit
and stone
dusk
tail tip of spine tingles
a raw sensation
morning surprise a tiny sprout survives
tea outside we have always been the virus
dusk sneakers shriek into the tail wagon
