Tuesday, December 22, 2020


 i take the shrinking hours

i watch them drop below

the horizon

                    that is really just a wooden fence

i forget where they have been

promising the lie that ill remember them


Monday, December 21, 2020

a return to unease

the last time
backlight red
drifting into blue
through the window
watching eyes go blank

become reflections in the snow

night like before
seems to shiver like 

the sun barely down

there's no switch to

the last time
to make sense of 
where the cloud goes

when it's gone