there are shapes in fog
that you cannot see
by the full light of day

simple ghosts
they dance in the wheat
announcing the rising/setting sun
innocent of expiration
simply being

i go out to their coven
this witches’ autumn gathering
and run through
while their fingers
trace water on my skin
and i am wet
and i am familiar
with their presence
as i let them know me

One thought on “shapes

  1. It’s impossible for me to comment on your site for some reason, but I am reading, and whoa. Loving it all. You have a gorgeously cinematic style that inspires me.

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