“Ripple”
Little candlelights
dance across the sea’s surface,
the sun’s light captured.
Steve D
Little candlelights
dance across the sea’s surface,
the sun’s light captured.
Steve D
Red sun rising, a
portrait, though fleeting, it is
captured in my mind.
Steve D
The city’s breaths warm
under a sun-dappled sky
before the rains come.
Steve D
Darting and zipping
across the dusk sky, silent–
tiny fluttermouse.
For reference: http://redstringpapercuts.com/2017/07/04/and-my-new-favorite-german-word-is-fledermaus/
Steve D
Can it still be called
midday when I’ve just risen?
That seems dishonest.
Steve D
Burning eye through the leaves,
one last heated breath reaching
to stave off the night.
Steve D
When the divergent
voices of the people can
all speak, we are free.
Steve D
Long months of pouring
over listings and offers–
Sometimes, it just fits.
Steve D