a single thought sounded to its depth
endless // also truncated
this last warm autumn night
under a full moon
a single thought sounded to its depth
endless // also truncated
this last warm autumn night
under a full moon
that first autumnal crisp air
the moon, a low hanging scimitar
day after a seasonal rain
even the mud sceams October
a fish swims uphill
the mud left from one more drought
caked to what used to be legs
there is no reflection just a baboon tossing rocks in the pool
wondering at the ripples unaware of depth