Mar 19, 2008



 

here
the rain glistens amethyst       the night
held-halved upon the glass       by desklamped constellations
                                              seeming candle-lit
caught in place and steady       in mild wellings
as the hunting eyes of men      anonymously piercing
                                              gifting death as reprieve
a cleansing for the throat         upon the tongue
smoothly clear as highland        tributaries
                                              as stars
respun upon a dew-hull fog       over prairie