transfer the sunlit stone from soil to palm skipping it across the stream to wake the small gods
Tag: fiction
dark before dawn a mynah performs a slow arc glide: showoff
dry winds of spring transforms the violence of the river grim
lunar ink from distant lands gather in deep quiet channels
pale skies the shadow’s grip on this body weakens
dew of new dawn: the darkest of bark stands stoic
fragments of sky revealed in sparrows’ song
seeds of night drift free in dark air
a shadow holds the spring forest hostage: in silence
light drains from eyes: limbs go slack and nothingness erases the passage of time
