A sunset palette
Storytellers weave and lament
the same cassette
of tales I’ve heard
so many times
There’s a mosquito buzz
-a dog breathy-
dandelion-fuzz
kind of thought in my mind
Can I Keep My Promises To Them?
Will I Give Them What They Need?
Be a corona around their light
A buffer from the harsh fight
Let me cure their blight
Let me hold them there,
inside my aviary
I’ll keep them
underground
press them into the walls
-mouths taped shut-
when the knock falls
-he’s coming-
behind secret doors
in an attic no one knows of
safe and sound and surrounded