Tag: monostich

a page from an unwritten book i take to bed

a day and a month more to winter these bones know

autumn the masses pay to be inspired

disconnected from the city dreams this skin

swallowed whole the stray who barked at the fog

from the well her bucket ripples with stars

nightfall we close the distance between lips

tired eyes the moon phases between blinks

wings spread the pigeon carcass refuses to fly

the pyre still burns long after we’re gone