Wolf Light

Adrift… I miss your words.

Damp air and cold,
the plan we hatched
on the verge of collapse.

Intractable dillema,

complicated as the interlock,

green geometries of the monkey puzzle tree.

Blue fires of the kingfisher, wheat ears turn gold

and every silver cloud has a black lining

October 22nd, 2018, 8:30pm.

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