Drips
Night Devours Flame
Toes curl below ragged skirts,
her eager eyes light with meager heat,
a single match.
Visions of food, of shelter, of home
all she wants
loss
Independence Display
The lake looks painted, spirals
in oily ripples
from where my toes touch the surface.
To Leave
ebb and Flow
What majesty in a wave.
what peace in gentle curves
as they tumble in sand
Omnipresence
Who’s seen the moon uncurl from heav’nly bed
And is she formed of rose or hook or smile?
Who’s seen flame’s heart burn far past glorious red
And crouched, entranced, by fire’s side a while?
gold, dust, loss
I. Gold
summer wheat, pools of
yellow, filling fields under
vibrant, living blue.
wonder
firewings
Most children catch fireflies.
genuine scientist
