August 2017

my poem
and twilight ends
in itself

my shadow
lost to the dark night 
of the soul

early mass
a divine silence
takes me in

cloud of light
a transfiguration
over Hiroshima

drip by drip
somewhere within this
dewfall still

there again
annihilation silenced
by the stars

August nine
weapons of mass distraction
cloud the sky

in falling
the weight of wetness
clouds belie

night after night
words furrowing our brows
till the Silence

starless night
I search for the words
that don't need me

uh oh!
the earth springs
its trap

after the storm
a sparrow mounts its mate
time after time

cloud billows
accumulating
yesterdays

slug-rise
an evanescent
hint of spring
a slow worm
inches away at
being brief