surveillance

thumbprints press hard

on the outer part to shape shift being

into a failed construct

facade

hiding a soul looking for the light behind

to dispel shadows and such

searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals

into everlasting peace

Chill

A Great Lakes second winter comes with a chill

as leaves skip and fly across hop scotched grass

with the whistle of ones waving from the tree top

swinging between sun and shade

in want of spring’s rebirth

so full and drunk with salvation

Saved

IMG_1297.jpegRestless for the air outside

in the light of un-stained glass.

I count my breath to calm my spirit with

doors closing and hushed children.

Invocation then

to dreams and freedom

away from pretense and prose,

Amen.

 

September 2017/ cell phone photography
Florence, Italy