Monday, June 03, 2019

Cattails, April 2019

a white blaze
on the colt's forehead
forked lightning

burst pipes
I've always wanted
an indoor pool

we steer away from
the big issues

a startlement
of waterfowl rises
from the marsh . . .
we gather cattail fluff
as tinder for our fire

a cascade
of silver spills down
the mountain . . .
your fingers tremble
as you unpin my hair

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