Amazing photo courtesy of Gabriella at dVerse.
It’s a lonely place, this skin. We have gathered ourselves in small puddles, quiet drops. We’ve got no place else to go, but the trenches of these city streets. I have reached the end of myself again, stunned the eyelids of these building bones with my longing. Songs, unsung. Streetlights stung by silence. You say we’ve got about a million miles to go, but I know objects through these windows are closer than they appear. Hear the pitter patter of these tiny liquid stars? Someday we’ll know them, deeper than fingerprint or pane, stain ourselves with their knowing.
we are slow-spilled sky
and skeleton trees, sighing.
the wind has teeth.
Oh, hai. We’ve got haibuns in the oven over at dVerse today, hosted by Gabriella.
She’s got some gorgeous photos to inspire you. Come play.