PlasticStarlight

The lake is orange when we find himelbow deep in wetland, his whelp-like whine thrownto shore like a life line. We stand with empty hanging hands as the setting sun ...

The eggshell graysky stares indifferentas the sun driftsacross blank fields.Curled in my burrowof blankets and sheets.The thin arch of spring peeks along the foothills.Painted under eyelids are hour-l