crickets wring their song
through night's heat
squeezing crooked harmonies
around desperate trees.
aside from that
the air is still...
and hot...
and weak...
ripping at the
hollow
that was staggered breath.
deprivation
crawls through my veins... --
the stars quite simply
too close...
through night's heat
squeezing crooked harmonies
around desperate trees.
aside from that
the air is still...
and hot...
and weak...
ripping at the
hollow
that was staggered breath.
deprivation
crawls through my veins... --
the stars quite simply
too close...
1 comment:
'the stars quite simply
too close...'
I especially like those two lines,Tim..great ending.
I've been away from the blogworld for a couple of months or so...looks like you have too...hope you're well.
L.
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