day sunk into night
haunted heart placed out of sight
time a dark echo
strange to be out doors
strange to be out doors
middle day.
placate now -
who is this verse for any how?
I’ve got a finite feeling
if the birds would just sing.
a raise of spirits,
fleeting but resonate.
on the move;
my feet fit back in the groove.
this trail is worn.
a failure to warn.
I’m having a day.
carry glass
inward the wayward heart
beat skips that carry
reverberate the broken spark
with sound astonishment
ignite the homeward arc
like a bomb tipped cherry
rekindle the stalled start
with blood-warm lament
alive in dead of dark
wounded & weary
overstep the glass shards
with renewed embodiment