09-11-2021, 03:06 AM
Above my solitude, a gray dome
a length of thunder to the south
intercepted by a black ring
of sky high pecan and cypress.
Absence carries thought
perpendicular to the slight rain,
linear veil of forgotten eyes,
down towards the invisible river.
A tribal chorus of cicadas
carve the air into pictographs
of abandonment as light fades
into the impossible earth.
Rain slaps forever young grass
invoking silence until tree frogs
set up their piteous cries
to ground the dawn of darkness.
A barking dog marks night’s beginning.
a length of thunder to the south
intercepted by a black ring
of sky high pecan and cypress.
Absence carries thought
perpendicular to the slight rain,
linear veil of forgotten eyes,
down towards the invisible river.
A tribal chorus of cicadas
carve the air into pictographs
of abandonment as light fades
into the impossible earth.
Rain slaps forever young grass
invoking silence until tree frogs
set up their piteous cries
to ground the dawn of darkness.
A barking dog marks night’s beginning.