Small brown lizards with Pop up eyes rotating as Bright little green orbs Squirted out of the bricks Surrounding my fire pit Set around the burning logs In this fossa formation were Two empty rocking chairs Gently rocking in the dusk From a steady breeze that Sweeps across this drought Stricken valley basin floor These…
Tag: poetry
Features, September 2015
Glass on Mars
Small brown lizards with Pop up eyes rotating as Bright little green orbs Squirted out of the bricks Surrounding my fire pit Set around the burning logs In this fossa formation were Two empty rocking chairs Gently rocking in the dusk From a steady breeze that Sweeps across this drought Stricken valley basin floor These…