
Writer’s Block
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(discovered NY photo courtesy of unknown shutterbug)
some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders
but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d
for I am still
Alive
(Dreamcatcher craft by my neighbor, Etti)
Sun
heavy
sows
into vacuous Night
Stone
burdensome
melts
from scalding Womb
romances
first thalassic Beauty
Twig
tearful
respires
to herd
with Trees
of a Leaf
and soon
are We