and so it ends
lightning in the distance
we all have brief moments of
white hot
sand into glass
prism light – these choices
we all are in danger
of ending a
flicker in a sky
between clouds shyly
aware that some
won’t ever hear us
thundering.
Sending poetry to the world
and so it ends
lightning in the distance
we all have brief moments of
white hot
sand into glass
prism light – these choices
we all are in danger
of ending a
flicker in a sky
between clouds shyly
aware that some
won’t ever hear us
thundering.