pale white body against the glass
wings pressed towards the light
I am a pulse
I cannot stop beating, beating
so drawn to the alien thing
there is no time to care
the light beckons and I am there
call me ephemeral
soon the crickets will sing their cacophony
and the grass will have my dry wings
--Ivy Alvarez, Mortal
4 comments:
Oh, my, you startled my heart!
Thank you, Suzanne. :-)
Wow! Beautiful! I'll have to order Mortal.
"there is no time to care" is a powerful line. Very Zen. Great image from Ivy.
Oh, Ivy, I do love your book. And Sheryl, definitely go get yrs. Sam, yes!
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