Thursday, November 7, 2013

From Among the Shades of the Recent Dead She Came

Once upon an autumnal resurrection,
She burst from the starry earth;
Under a new moon, mica shards sparkled
In black soil, glistening 
Like eyes scattered in the dark.

Now in the evening, 
If you stare long enough without blinking,
You can see the curve of the land,
Rising slowly. Breathing.