Destruction

a woman cascades by, book in tow

face of the sun hides behind the skyline

mounds of yellow, a walkway to nowhere

polluted beauty, we know no different

than the symposium of death

figure in black wades through this plane

waiting on an unsuspecting man to reclaim

launchpad in your backyard, we attempt to

bid adieu to what is accustomed and calm

sporadic hounds lurch forth

a purple bloom finding solace in stone

an unconventional refuge from the harsh wind

eventual fruition; a lightness that commands

my man traces the birthmark on my right shoulder

with his fingers brimming with fatigue

a highlighted moment to live in infamy

truancy from our bond; your grandmother’s vase

in fragments. ornate arrangement of tragedy and rage

abandoned fawn. i am lost without your guiding hand

finally shed your kind guise and i can see clearly