& suddenly,
a wave overtakes;
owl-distant, chandelier of bones—
a rope with three knots.
a wave overtakes;
owl-distant, chandelier of bones—
a rope with three knots.
Hoarder at the gate barked
“got to go.”
Burned-out sticks, all that’s left.
Sallow sky spreads clouds all
around.
Here we grow
thick with night,
se faltan cicadas, frogs.
se faltan cicadas, frogs.
Hear but one howl,
wind thru bleached ribs—
& suddenly, desert.
wind thru bleached ribs—
& suddenly, desert.
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