“Dalmatia”
Sheer ridges of stone
wall off valleys, a fortress,
tumbling to the sea.
Steve D
A work phone blaring
right when I log in — this day
has not started well.
Steve D
We fill in dirt, stones,
trying to alter your course.
Your waters persist.
Steve D
Sweet plumes pour upwards,
a pungent aroma to
go with this bourbon.
Steve D
Starshine glittering,
dancing in midnight blue void–
chandelier cosmos.
Steve D
Feel the air tremble
the rhythm of your goosebumps
emotive soundwaves
Steve D
Suppressing critics,
those unwilling to bow to
your oppression – free.
Steve D
A map reminds us
not where we have been, but where
we have yet to go.
Steve D
The desktop freezes,
and yet the mouse moves freely,
alive but trapped.
Steve D