August 15, 2019

still green forest
sandwiched between shades of blue
winter’s leftovers

August 14, 2019

swallowed by cobalt
arms and legs are born again
rising sun burns pink

this afternoon
clothespins holding together
the breeze on my lips

in a film noir
sprayed paint sleeps with stolen trees
broken masterpiece

hidden behind glass
vehicles honk to be seen
within shaded streets

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

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