Tag: poem

up in arms freeway trees each a green agenda

broken fence death too is freedom in disguise

mending the broken fence summer spider

summer in september is never about feelings

fogged or clear windows a question of morality

bury the stray thought in damp earth

tidewater dragging us closer to murky depths

seasoning humanity

recording the somatic responses to death

this grey expanse lingers above our heads cold calculating matter undecided on our fates another sky falls