Burner stuck on low, but always ready for flares…
Used to carrying it all, I don’t care anymore,
I can shoulder all the blame–starlight saving
everyone from guilt. In the wilderness, every
thing is expanded awareness, plentiful over
the leaf-bed and angled trunks. Doe wanders alone
in the early moonlight, around the corner from
the small graveyard a-glitter with lightning bugs.
Resilience. The yellow electricity transfers
to moss-laden limestone, flickers of insight
and nostalgia, their soft light transfers to your
blue hands, giving up a radiant healing touch.