March 21, 2019

we slept and woke
midnight speaking in tongues
Aesop’s own fables

March 20, 2019

solid waters thaw
the pressure of golden air
silence echoes glass

trees put on their clothes
while lightning destroys blank film
the blush when awake

waltzing through updrafts
wings escape last winter’s gray
a modern life span

an assembly line
siphons microlight through dunes
they don’t trust blue ink

races to the sun
bare feet brush against the grass
winter’s skin sheds

explosion of stars
the band plays a tidal wave
in the beginning