
moon drunk foxes howling at the muted moon
this is the millionth time she
walked away with a straight face.
the only time i’d be held
is when water reaches me
so i summon the tide and bathe in the pool.
clouds scudding and i feel like a clear sky
vast and empty
but i have infinite possibilities-
leave me in a forest fire
i’ll be back with a burnt log
i probably should’ve been a blazing tree.
clouds scudding and i feel like a clear sky
vast and empty
but i carry with me,
infinite possibilities.