potentially
looking through a doorway -
at a bird on a chimney -
thinking of potential -
when the bird flew off.
hound
I sniffed you out
a thousand miles away
like the dog that I am.
chasing until it’s forgotten,
A tale as old as time
heading North, heading Home
bright sadness in young Autumn air,
as the snake sheds its skin
for joel
midnight black, silence-
the train tracks shift - a new way!
the sound of life flows.
squished butter
yellow butter-
flies flutter
sunshine wildflower
90 miles an hour
splatter
splatter
faster
faster...
memory
grappling strung out interpretations
bridging time.
and now,
somehow,
I’ve forgotten,
what to say.
man of stone
man of stone