(for absent friends)
warm slabs ringing
char manifest the
endless wheel our
sparks surging into
black its infinite
white hot braille
in no human
tongue though some
return whizzing back
in avid smears
shooting alive this
nearer air they
crash down mimicking
mere stones famished
for shared heat
they join another
circle around flame
No comments:
Post a Comment
2009, a blog by Mike Barnes, welcomes comments on current and past posts. Type your comment here.