sharp merlin
rising of the beach and setting sun
space running south having its last round
gyrating on water inebriating palm trees
moments to mirror now clearer than rest.
The simple things are tied in knots
hitting white pins in bowling alleys
sea creatures run towards in rallies
to the past shootouts in black alleys.
Hail the moon and whisper now
the man sitting like candle to wind
newspaper hat tucked to heart
eyes to mystical grandeur views.
Beneath the rubble in earthquakes,
the lakes will shine the brightest,
and the trees will breath the loudest,
while the grass dances to fallen petals.
When the gulls song ends
and the ballet dancers transcend
the blood will drip in puddles
and natures life will huddle.
One last cigarette burns
to the bullets laughter
his eyelids shut
pain now hushed.
versed kestrel