Tomato
d r e a m s
of
dragons.
— C.Birde, 8/18
Wyvern — An Image
Laden — An Image
The weight
of fevered air
bears
down —
each furred breath
of moisture
an
oppression.
— C.Birde, 8/18
Clasp — An Image
Hands clasped,
she peers past
slender fingers
with the largest,
warmest,
brownest
eye.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Lost — An Image
She is not lost,
locked away,
asleep in some rose-tangled
tower.
We have bartered
Her
for immediacy,
for convenience.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Fringe — An Image
Benefits,
elements,
lunatics,
& surreys –
all improved
with a touch
of fringe.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Summer Fiction — A Poem
Promises –
measured in fireflies,
rising mercury,
night’s contraction;
Illusion –
heartfelt,
collective,
persistent;
There will be more
time.
Causal & corollary,
the tasks increase –
with each coveted inch
of light,
each slow-tracking bead
of sweat.
Mirage.
Fever dream.
Summer fiction.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Brood — An Image
The gray and brooding sky
beguiles and
— at long last —
softens
the Summer day star’s
brutal,
blinding eye.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Fireflies — A Poem
Fire flies…
Embers borne on
the tails of winged insects
etch our Fate on the night’s bowed back.
Fireflies.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Falling — An Image
Each
single
separate
solitary
drop
slips
slides
surrenders
as one to
f
a
l
l
i
n
g.
— C.Birde, 6/18
Longing — A Poem
With ladder, broom,
and twine,
we train —
the vines and I;
together climb
toward light,
extend and weave,
tendrils seeking,
inch by precious inch,
height and purchase,
something solid
on which to cling
in our abiding
search.
— C.Birde, 6/18