Monday, September 14, 2020

The breeze swipes my cheek and brow
nudgingly: time to begin,
it sighs, a gentle demand.

Shimmying leaves fuzz around
my eardrums, fizzle my gaze
and frazzle my synapses.

Like snow meeting flames. Like tears
evaporating on hot
blacktop. Like gasping. Like Mars.

 

love notes
a ritual to start the work week

Christopher Shepard