March 7, 2019

eyes follow footsteps
back to a broken sunset
the deepest war

March 6, 2019

yesterday’s winter
covers withered succulents
breathing shades of green

batted eyelashes
yellow curve of jazz music
the only passion

white bridal bouquets
posed along cemeteries
each shadow shifts

vacant tide rises
washing its hands in sadness
children build castles

naked and barefoot
hurricanes know the water
we drown together

I left a love letter
for those who face the earth
virgin light breathes truth