New music+poetry:
a bright darkness
has cascaded across
Lake Sagamore
this summer night
the glad starlight
dimpled in warm waves
has whitewashed
our wandering boat
a toast
in every direction
black trees
raising windswept leaves
and beneath the cabin eaves
strands of hazy light
birthing fireflies
who hover woodstacks
resting on my back
dipping with the bow
I am determined
not to look behind
what did Orpheus find?
you cannot look
such joy in the eye
it will surely fly away
Line & Landscape 