Thanatos For a Dove
Having brought no candles,
we burned matches
upon discovering that
last night, while we dreamt
of boats set adrift upon the sea,
an owl had left a dove’s
feathers on the ground in
an apparent death circle as
Thanatos momentarily wrested
the exuberant yellow spirit of a
new spring morning
from our eyes wide open.
The Muse Disappears
Carrying poetry and poses
the Muse disappeared into her mirror
fathoms deep within my glass,
Having brought no candles,
we burned matches
upon discovering that
last night, while we dreamt
of boats set adrift upon the sea,
an owl had left a dove’s
feathers on the ground in
an apparent death circle as
Thanatos momentarily wrested
the exuberant yellow spirit of a
new spring morning
from our eyes wide open.
The Muse Disappears
Carrying poetry and poses
the Muse disappeared into her mirror
fathoms deep within my glass,