blue flashes add heft to the floating silence __________surrounding ________________________sirens as if there were no pavement drunks or flustered midnight magpies
Tag: night
Sunday Small Stone
whatever you’ve heard, rain never wears tap shoes and your bones feel tonight’s seep from the not quite silent air your marrow will know why the sidewalk’s so damp in the sun
Sunday Small Stone
fogged out night of fogged out stars an orange kind of gray the halos hum around their streetlights and then you hear that drunken call
Sunday Small Stone
beyond the buzz of orange light and rush of cars on rain-dark street the heartbeat of a car alarm goes in and out like stars behind the wind-cold clouds
Eleventh River Stone
the only light the cracks of orange lamp through blinds moved by the groan of wind on glass & wind where glass meets bone Related articles River of Stones: Day 11 (ceceliafutch.wordpress.com) River of Stones, Jan.11 (pattisjarrett.wordpress.com) Stone # 11…