what then
on this crisp night
what turns the stars
they make
unshakable
in the wake of tugs
of jake break echoes
on the interstate
Tag Archives: night
Day 38, 2023 – no. 2
The rain is long past a redemption
but there is at least a peace to it
on an unseasonably warm night.
There are no baptisms to wash away
the day no erasure. The rain whittles
like the wind whittles away
artifice years of living dryside
in this chamber of the world machine
down to what we are.
nos. 48, 49, 50
no. 48
Above the ever ending world
the moon scrambles up the side
of the 2nd Street Bridge
no. 49
When pressed I resort to metaphors
no. 50.
the bleeding out
wears an exhausted countenance