light

it expands
light

it fills every known crevasse
it leaps into holes

frightened of itself
a mouse

this is a healing home

this is a healing home
it has been taken for granted
it has been given

it is a witchhouse
it is made
of stone and bone and feeling

it is a ghost house
it has been channeled inside
future deaths are foretold

park

traffic reports, weather reports
a police car going by
its siren wailing
nothing seems and nothing seems
greyer by the second
by the hours hanging by
waiting to cling to my attention
like a dog and its burrs
like a black cat taking a walk
victorian hankies full of tears
children crying off the walls
all waiting for me inside