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.
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.
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.