My aim ten years ago was an arrow
that sparked in my hand.
Ursa Minor
Destinations
you follow a trace of footprints smudged ash-green, but they disappear
Compulsion
You will run back into burning buildings,
of course you will, despite all the pleas not
to- you will feel your skin shrink into itself
as you breathe in the heat, your lungs will
protest against the anger in the air, they
Depth
Indescribable depth of pain
As she defines a new horizon
This uncertain home lacks
Cats and comfortable beds