the beak pecks at grass.
feathers sweep the dusty floor.
feet made for paddling.
Archives for July 2017
drown man
i drown in ruins.
towers build on hopeful dreams.
remnants of ego.
friendly pasts
in an old trench coat
i bumble through history.
visiting old friends.
bald and barren
when the clouds open
and the rain falls wet like dew.
earth weeps with longing.
tiny water
on the yellow grass
brown ant seeks drops of water.
i swim in puddles.
silver tongues
supple silver sheet.
this mercurial water.
metal or magic?