a roar of orange
halts me
where they crouch
over the walk
ready
on long green limbs
to seize
anyone with an eye
to pet them
I do
once eaten
I move on
in a purr of being
well fed
Month: June 2017
Un
un
see
un
sure
un
name
your
self
Yes
listen
to the dew
rise on a single
green blade
against
all naysayers
insisting
there is no
yes
Write Now
in the present
tense
let tenderness
live
wash the words
on the shore of being
now
here
without pretense
without precedent
Green
it will be
the death of me
this slender green
stream
weaving through
me with nothing
but one
lowly
everlasting
yes
Wrestle
night
to dawn
in
to out
sight
to in
sight
Wound
without knowing
why
it whispers
me
home
Too
Happen
is her name
she lives inside
in
when darkness makes
a fist of me
it is her
I sit beside
to open
again
to happen
too
Tell
you are
question
I am
answer
I am
question
you are
answer
time
will
tell
Hearing Loss
when
the silence
between us
is so loud
it hurts