a tulip waits 
in the silence
before daylight

a river's roar rises 
from the heart of darkness

the yellowed keys 
of a vintage steinway 
gather dust

songs of yesteryear 
seep through cracked windows

a sparrow feather 
stays aloft 
in the summer sun

barely a breath 
the stillness 
of a deer

child lying slain 
by a father's gun

the echo 
of an ancient tale 
now so real

from the belly of leviathan 
he slouches toward ninevah

sunset fire 
its hour comes round 
in the end

Clayton Beach, Portland, USA
Hansha Teki, Wellington, New Zealand