Sep 12, 2016 03:53
an older ache
when green grew black
and silt rained down
singing in the sunlight stings
lit bright n tongue tied
snapping fingers, clicking pens
a newer quaking
the forest's first fire,
the ash cloud spread wide
feverish fingers fidgeting
stuck stiff from clenching
gripping, tearing, bleeding
at odd intervals
a black sky turns blue
the half-clouds misting