Cascade Steps
Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.
Tag: light
On The 16th Of September
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
For The Lady In The Dulcet-Hued Bandana
The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.
] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco
The candle on the island lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
