Saturday, May 25, 2019

Late (Day 857)

brash wind   coursing cataract 
breath carving canyons 
in your veins   each rapacious gust
urging us:  begin
we tended yearnings   gently 
glowing   like the morning sun   
sweet and slow   but late   
needing us:  begin 
and we are burning   now may 
do little more than watch   
through windows   firmly sealed
a coral-tinted tide abate 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: US NPS

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