parataxis

shifting solstice light sifted through cedars’ leaves

chrome yellow one beginning to dry in the mind’s eye

 

Juneteenth

a lone star
hoisted
sheds light like soft rain
on the corner of 24th and Broadway
infusing blood-red bricks
with the colour
of courage

a lone star
suspended above
the gentle rustle of leaves
shreds the air like fabric
into threads
the words
of General Order No3

the words still whispered
racing forward
the yesterday of now
the momentum of never being
alone

19/06

Juno phased

digging for clams
below the low
tide
wet sand silently sucking
the crystal noise of the near night
penumbrae
a cool gold burn
the curve of a honey moon
a razor quick line
on my blade
glinting
held fast
in those hours between waxing
and waning