a red sun is birthed from anole’s dewlap
Tag: poem

sparks fall into summer bay ripples
sea moons and the tidal silence
cherry winds at dawn
dreams devoured we curse the summer heat
blessed be the tongue that drips crimson in battle
departing souls board the ferry at forest edge
waking concrete ghosts loud funeral music
where the rain cannot go darkness fills the space
how solemn and tired the face of night