SMOKE ON THE WATER (AND FIRE IN THE SKY)
From the 2024 Collection "Sixteen Odes From a Toad's Repose"
Sometimes the sky is orange,
sometimes it takes a purplish hue—
mountains for contrast their dimension is two,
and the light pervades twixt our cores,
and the light washes down mine face,
fashions me like a rock in stream.
Light pours out generously
from behind behind,
it pierces the heaviest of armors
in it’s unrelenting wash,
it’s Gold surfaces
with tenacious buoyancy,
call it stubborn, call it a bull,
for good reason
it allows no exceptions.
From the 2024 Collection "Sixteen Odes From a Toad's Repose" - Sixteen poems written in a five day period after two years hiatus.
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