Dried up, shriveled, weather-beaten,
Barefoot and slapping into the shimmering arc that reachesits colored waters from sacrifice to abandonment, I…
Squirming with words,
squabbling, fighting,
If all the days of all the years were made of wine and gold They’d be present in the light of intelligence in this one dog’s eyes. This…
A Poem
Invisible moon’s light lives in The petal. A red source
Your prying eyes, Your penetrating gaze. Your deep voice, Pouring gasoline on the blaze. You overpower Merely because you can…
