Tag: Byrd

Moonfinch (a tearDrop imPlodes…)

sumer goldfinch soars—
Moon suckles blood red orange
safe soft sofa snores
try hard to recall a smile
once glimpsed remains betwixt

Dock of the Bay


Ate cake before bed,

coffee found congealed

intact, redeemable: stirred,

revived, microwaved.

Stay of execution granted

Just three hours before deadline –

brutal brinkmanship

orders from the DA

reprieved to death row

there’s no place like home

green, green grass

to touch, taste, smell

Each dawn I live.


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