Betting on Rainbows
to fall short of promised destination. Gold melting like chocolate, just out of reach. Still I follow the ephemeral arches. Unbelievable as a Leprechaun’s emerald ensemble, I grip hope with both hands, use it as a steering wheel. Pray I will find something tangible at the end. Pray I will recognize it in time to avoid inevitable crash.
Flash in the Pond
Turtle slowly treads across man- made mimic of stream, blackened to folly. Spot of green dropped to ripple. Reaction: flare of koi erupts, brilliant red, yellow, white, finned beats flashing in fractal flow till toenail touches cemented pathway, withdraws from water, continues, unmoved by the magic of its moment- ary passing.
The Cozy Monotony of Our [Inter]Course
I spot your eyes. And shudder. Now you see a million of me. Yet still I cannot breathe. You reach out. Twice. And again. But we are shifty. All sin and skin and wings. Shoved into a light. Too bright. And sickly orange for your taste. You manage to pin me to your wall. But another sets my self free. Until I have bruises all over my bodies. Night comes to bandage us. And whole again I find you are tired. Of this game. And lost to brighter shadows. Deeper. Darker. And less defined than my own.
Flight of the dragonfly 