Micropoetry 5-27-2020

flowing up
from the depths where
secrets stay dark—
too dark even
for him to explore

nighttime phantoms
floating beneath the moon
until they linger
in the crevices
of our waking minds

one hundred stones
laid in circles
from centuries ago
before we built
the world around

huddled in circles
the sparrows exalt
in the dirt of the world

beneath the earth
where fire burns
we work to the beat
of the molten clay

 

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