Looking at the flower at the swallowtail
At stillness and motion
At wing and leaf
Tree and forest
Shadow and light
The flower closing the sun setting
Swallowtail and flower
Petal and wing
Time and eternity
At these that eclipse the sun
And fold night
Into the fabric of aligning moons
Month: August 2016
Sonoran
Sang to bones
Stretched earshot
Sounded my steps
Sundered my sense
Spilled blood space
Spirited my smoke
Stung like scorpions
Struck like fangs
Scorched with cold
Suspended in stars
Severed division
Subtracted surplus
And surrounded me