summer the caterpillar is returned to the garden with a small wish
Tag: monostich
chime of distant bells carries the essence of life across the concrete landscape
the empty side of bed becomes a place of quiet divination
the first mist of day is welcomed as a pale visitor from the depths
quiet is the fantasy: existence smothered between thunder clouds
nobody needs to hurry: the body grows soft with weeds
the summer pond turns pale whenever dawn arrives through the mist
summer: this shell surrenders and the lethargy takes over bone and matter
in that quiet space above the empty field nothingness exists indefinitely
magic simply survives because of: you
