July 30, 2019

leaves whisper bird songs
silent floor beneath our feet
we drink the light

July 29, 2019

seldom a bird calls
secrets of a thousand years
reaching the heavens

lost in migration
a painted lady remains
the usual meadow

beneath later light
hunger burns innocent skin
until all is shed

she is a mist of
silence near roads of dust
morning commutes

in broken grammar
volcanoes scream barefoot steps
unseen appetite

light and water waltz
in rhythm with the day’s arc
the song starts over