crepuscule with monk. autumn's raven settles into the bone
withered leaves cling in whispers from the oak
moonlight by proxy a streetlight stains the sleepless walls
only an hour left before rapture
another news cycle and still no closer to god
yes and no the question of consent
deeper than thought a light frost sublimates into the wind
running on empty nest syndrome
she tidies the cedar chest, a photo falls to the floor
smoke from the bonfire of letters
no paper trail and yet as guilty as any other
first stone is a glancing blow
ripples of sunlight on snowmelt a stonefly nymph
the delta of venus in furs
braiding a sense of self from snippets of folksong
into the grand fugue state of the union
doddling this way and that, he's forgotten the war
contrails fading high in the crosswinds
petal by petal by petal... the hours pour through me
off beat and slightly out of tune