The sky has dipped 
its plump thumb into 
the buttery crust of
the mountains and the 
blueberry filling now oozes
upwards like an eruption 
painting all things above 
in pale sweet blue 
and I and you 
are grabbing our forks
to take a taste 
of this dawn dessert 
before it’s all gone 

The pursuit of peace 
is akin to the 
pursuit of love for 
both shy away from 
attention but rather come
we think don’t we
that whatever it is 
that we want we
should get or find 
but peace and love 
those two only show
when one isn’t looking 

Let me describe 
tonight’s evening sky
imagine if you 
will a popsicle 
of cherry at
the bottom with 
a blueberry middle 
and topped by
the darkest chocolate 
behind a glass 
counter teasing tastebuds 
and your imagination 
oops and gosh
darn it went 
to someone else 

Day slips in 
like a weary
traveler into a 
warm bath waiting 
for the water 
to soothe away 
and carry off
the day’s wounds
and it does 
and they do 
until rising and 
the water clings
bringing with it
that very stress
so much for 
baptism removing sins 

The buildings bathe
in a musk
a phosphorus frequently 
found at the 
forest’s bottom hanging 
hiding and hindering 
those who look 
from seeing anything 
trees are known 
to be there 
even those like 
these poured by
men and made
of cold stone 
weeds these are 
invasive species even 
choking the plains