change – Skeleton At The Feast

Tidal Pools

And tidal pools new depths shall see/ with time.

A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.

Some days I want change. Today is such a day.

You haunt the edges…

Today – quarantine notwithstanding – you have a guest.

Peach tree seasons, time run soft.

Memories in a cup of peach tea.

Cocoon – for what I cannot say.

When words and world well up, dark as silt…

Let me imagine the world undone, just a glimpse.