Thursday, April 16, 2020

The Cherita, January 2020

Issue: "a home for the wind"


I let
myself go

a red kite's wings
measure the width
of this loneliness

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

hordes of crows

settle among treetops
outside my window

their wings whisper
an omen that someone
is about to die

at the waterfall

elephants perish while trying
to rescue each other

there is a lesson here
that humanity seems
to have forgotten

you seek me out

in my sun-dusted
writing room

but I have
already left my body

windows rolled down

my fingers
splayed against the wind

a rooster tail
of prairie dust is all
I ever leave behind

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