in her heart she was a wild and feral thing
Wild
Seeing You
i see you clearly when i close my eyes
Thoughts
staring at the late summer landscape, he divided turbulent thoughts; like logs stacked for winter fires
Rage
her burning rage scorched through mountains and rivers and thick, moss-covered forests; above dreams and nightmares and across time, reaching into the distant, prehistoric past and all future moments balanced upon the icy precipice between now and forever
Citronella
the wind rustled the citronella leaves, weaving whispers of fragrance in our hair
Howl
the coyotes howl out west–
how i wish i could howl
these aged things lately
bottles in wooden bowls
toy trunks and 50’s cowboys
small coffee creamers in a line
old shelves freshly painted
corbels with chipping paint
white buttons in glass containers
