Woven

little flickers,

cries
alight on the bruised

thoroughfare,
torn debris

descanting
how they’ve been

thrown
to fire

& pavement glare.
Woven

little flickers,

blasts
of lucence sown,

reveling & drinking

all they own:
leftover gold

& cobblestone

cold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

_______________

Photo: Emilie SCIARLI ~ https://www.instagram.com/teddycalavera/