By grace,

He unearthed

His knife,

Dipped it

In clouds,

And heaped

Them upon

The morning

 

 

Photo’s my own today.

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Sinew and Song

Molten petals sweep
Into night.

And awaiting awaking,
I breathe,

For I am the mastodon.
I am the birdshout.

I am the awakening
Night.

 

 

Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash