Presence #61

Presence #61

  • through a cracked window  

    a tulip waits  
    in the silence
    before daylight   

    a river's roar rises 
    from the heart of darkness  

    the yellowed keys  
    of a vintage steinway  
    gather dust   

    songs of yesteryear 
    seep through cracked windows 

    a sparrow feather 
    stays aloft 
    in the summer sun  

    barely a breath  
    the stillness  
    of a deer  

    child lying slain  
    by a father's gun  

    the echo  
    of an ancient tale 
    now so real  

    from the belly of leviathan  
    he slouches toward ninevah   

    sunset fire  
    its hour comes round  
    in the end   


    Clayton Beach 
    Hansha Teki