3am
warm dry windy
sirens whine
waking the dogs
who whine back
outside
old leaves chatter
smoke blows fast and loose
over a fat moon
somewhere there is
flame and hurry
here
the night
furls around me
like smoke
slow and silky
slow and silky
the other side of friday
through the lens
you repeat winter's lie
on my skin
you trace promises
of dogwood
blooms
2 comments:
Loving the trees :)
Arrghh, Caitlin left herself signed in - I said that LOL
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