No. 10

August 22, 2016

An emanation

Of white-hot sparks on the sea:

The moon’s treadless path.

No. 2-4

March 13, 2016

Two paces ahead,
light runs along the wet stone,
keeping time with me.

Amber and ruby
melt in black liquid, which was
once West Heping Rd.

I walked in silence
past the gleaming drops that crept
down darkened lamp posts.