"Grayscale languageInvisibility bleeds,Pastel's vigorous absence." "The glitter dribbles,And it profusely stings." "Land, seaMapped wrinkles, creasesOn sleeves." "Rhythmic pacing ofCement pouring,Daytime fades." "Eleven thousandLavender skiesHave surpassed us." "Balcony doorOpen forYou, sun, moon.” "EntrancedIn the shade ofRubied pomegranate." "The vintage airPricks our nostrils nostalgically." "Desert rains,I am onlyYour afterthought."
The lush of theCanopyMade my eyesFill with glareAs parakeet paletteGlinted back at me,A shineHarsher than the sun. Peaked and ducked,Long rays from skyTo footprint pathwaysWeaved in the breezeBuried, then revealedLike the letter WIn the branches. Thick trunksCrackled in chipped barkDripped in sodden sap,As burly rootsGrappled at feetManeuvered around leavesAnd across moss beds,Careful not to disturb … Continue reading A November Poem: Field Notes