Gunshot

sunlight falls away untilall we see noware duvets of fogand rainand grey skiessummer dies —you can see it leaves fallthe sky turns in earlyflushing with rashesof scarlet and goldamidst the leavesmy blood poolsdripping darkover molding leaves and pine conesthe echo of a gunshotlingers in the airi'll survive, the physician tells meit's a matter of choicethe… Continue reading Gunshot