“Fog”
Peripheral blurs,
Light fades as vision caves in,
Trapped in the blackness.
Steve D
Peripheral blurs,
Light fades as vision caves in,
Trapped in the blackness.
Steve D
This great river makes
a better boundary than
a line on the map.
Steve D
These sweet summer days
A festival of light, warmth-
and I’m here at work.
Steve D
If red sunrise means
that blood was spilled, would not the
sun always be red?
Steve D
The oak wavers not;
stable, inexorable,
spreading its root wide.
Steve D
He stands on the corner amidst the sea
Watching the people flow down the street
With their tenacity and their gnashing teeth
Sniffing out a piece of Joe Don’s defeat
Hard hat yellow
Belt like espresso
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Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Are not all things we’ve
built, wrought, and designed simply
eventual trash?
Steve D
If I followed a
raindrop through its cycle, where
would we fall again?
Steve D
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
Steve D