Sunday, March 3, 2019

When the fireworks began (Day 774)

When the fireworks began

he was already deep

in the dampness of trees   

three paces ahead   not looking 

back   and hands of darkness 

reached out   pressing 

your face   and you 

could sense the movement 

of vines    shining   shooting 

from one branch to another   

weaving the woods   fine weft 

closing all the open spaces   

so each night you had to 

go a little further to find 

what you were seeking 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six 

Image: MaxPixel

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