undulating lights cling
to this trail's wood,
as cedars blow a scent
like sawdust with muggy blur
my eyes widen with silhouette orange,
stirring to a blaze
within this boreal summer
a descending voice breezes
through the ashy smoke,
choired with throat tones,
whirling like a tornado,
or a corridor green
within these snapping trees
pressing my arms and legs
into lichen, centering my equilibrium;
I peer through a floor of fire
sprinting on damp patches,
like steps of a deer
with skinny speed
still waves of granite
clap under my numb feet,
as her revibrating song
traces over my loud panting
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.