SHELTER

the presence of light

becomes absorbed

within a gray mica sky

 

leaves fold over

as the sky weeps

a barbed wire rain

stinging the skin

 

a dog wind

with teeth exposed

growls like

rusted shovels

beating black skillets

 

everything appears

to be breaking

 

I surrender

seeking shelter

within a

a rock crevice

 


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