(black moon silver)

she has these dark eyes
black like night
black like the painted canvas
black like the unlit stage
where the moon dances
shines
glows

black like a sheet
pulled over
your nose
somehow darkness moving
a fragility
a place, a time
before the universe was born

moon
the desert landscape
the lustre of 1/8 of a candle
yet in this night
even a sliver
is brighter than all the stars
a silver slice
of a more magical being
Advertisements

ruined

if the house
if you live in the house
or condo
or hut
or tent
or street
(because, we all once
came from the house)


if
the house
burnt down

what would you remember?

what

would keep you on the verge

of
tears

what

would keep you from spilling
and
poring
for answers

what

pile of ash
would be your

           family  portraits
           grandpa's violin
           christmas cards
           head tax receipt

lost belongings.
proof  of  life.
proof  of
belonging.

what would be left
if the A-frame closed in
on itself,
if dad could not save the roof
with a hose

if water
lost

to flame


would
the sidewalk
bare ashen prints
?


or
would
thebroken lot
bear ferns & grass. & seeds.
&vines
&thorns &twigs &trees,

your
ruins &
flowers