He unearthed
His knife,
Dipped it
In clouds,
And heaped
Them upon
The morning
Photo’s my own today.
by Patrick D. Pace
He unearthed
His knife,
Dipped it
In clouds,
And heaped
Them upon
The morning
Photo’s my own today.
Molten petals sweep
Into night.
And awaiting awaking,
I breathe,
For I am the mastodon.
I am the birdshout.
I am the awakening
Night.
Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash