



to fall like petals from
a flower,
this was our
destiny
earthen cloud,
pillar of fire - this is
how we died
the sun glared, bloomed it's brow
we shone as
memories
afire in the shadow
seeping shape of a tree
sweep of man
there, asleep
cloud to stone, bread to bone
time unfurled
down, summer
all but gone
we drank the moon as rain
came, black silk,
silent streams
____________________
she looked as if a ghost
along the Ota steps
Okaasan
bathing in stolen time
the edge-hills a blank stare
a moonlight now failing
her mind a shadow, silk
digging in
before the atoms split
before the suns heat hit
she was gone
________________
acrid coats of children
bundled books
ablaze in
choc'late and chewing gum.
desire nothing until
war is won
- ca
(Background photo by Beau Swierstra from Unsplash.)
About the Creator
CA
Sound Engineer, Poet, sometimes-composer.
"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.
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