a dropped Starbucks—
red and green cup crushed, frozen,
spread like a star
a dropped Starbucks—
red and green cup crushed, frozen,
spread like a star
in dark recesses—
flame moves every animal
and urge
clocks of sunlight
and shadow striking at
severe angles
green and red—like red
and blue—colors otherwise
antagonistic
I spend a morning
dreaming birds—unlikely hues
in harmony
a past half awake
spying faces in wood grain
and wallpaper
and again—
your insistent whispering
rumbling through my soul
some ponds
never still enough to
reflect faces
rumbling skies
and driving rain—no space
between the beats
seeing some other
order in a vine snaking
through the trellis