My Writing, Ramblings


A wire tree,

spindles into the sky, its black

trunk burrowing into desert grass,

its claws stretching 

for the lush ocean of sky.

The marble moon glows blue

upon a screaming wolf,

hackles raised,

howling into the smearing paint

of the night.

Constellations listen; 

they flow from glowing freckle

to glowing freckle,

connected in their blinking

but worlds apart.

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