Evenfall (2)

new moon 

a thin slice, old 
orange-red 

wrinkled sky cut 
deeper than skin 

deep. 

Metamorphosis, Hombre, As in Cicada

Si, still under

Neath

Only a shell

Of it

Self, nada.





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A Sentence As Curious As My Ten-Month-Old Granddaughter's Look

I have no way of knowing 
But it seems every time 

 
You look to touch my face,
Your little body’s trying 

 
Hard to flesh out what 
I hope you remember well after 

 
This bag of bones has gone its way. 

Crestfallen

no matter how sapped

still the solitary 
pine holds

its breath hoping 
for a fair wind

to take that breath away. 

KO'd

Big shot lightweight, that dark empty

Corner you thought you’d never 
Box yourself into, now riddled 

With cobwebs spangled 
With shooting

Stars.