June 3.19

They hold to demonstrable truth,

this perspicacious pair:

just because you can’t see it

doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

 

More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

 

 

Disconnections: August 9.18

 

The day closes in layers —

palimpsest first

awaiting tomorrow’s script

inscribed by sandal and toe —

next water, rocking itself

in heavy-lidded blues,

slowing, nodding —

then birds, pulling cloud blanket

tucking in

a yawning world

dimming voices

on edge of dream —

atop, where wisps of day

linger like talcum

a so-distant moon

calls the stars.

 

Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.