Hush now
door’s been bolted
no one here has a key
Vines form
lines where dew
lingers on cool mornings
Lone bird
nests between bars
protecting rotting board windows
All gone
she sings soft
until evening shades fall.
Tag Archives: ruins
The Tilted Light
I will cultivate my garden here
in the tilted light
to see if anything grows
and maybe, if it seems alright,
I will return again someday–
Plant everything I know.
Teatro
Your shapes grope
two silhouettes singular
staccato breaths
I hear too late
to disregard
I see you
these crumbling ruins
beckon me to document
acknowledge
honour somehow
by lens capture
enter sanctuary
its distort purity
or distractible enhanced
huffing
one hand reaches slowly
crack closing
folding green door.