Shifting
on a frozen breath
held like a lake
when the sun
touches ice
a matchstick scrape
bled against the grain
a flickered flame
the stick its last smoke
rises to the cloud
nearest the sun
TL
Shifting
Published inTamiko Lowery
Poetry
Shifting
on a frozen breath
held like a lake
when the sun
touches ice
a matchstick scrape
bled against the grain
a flickered flame
the stick its last smoke
rises to the cloud
nearest the sun
TL