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