Panic
Never-to-be-caught, Now,
falter me. The reined-in horse
neighing, wide-eyed, made
to be still,
not happy yet closer, Now,
to you—to being alive.
Dear Anger,
get me past ...
Iridescence
Just when I’m most certain,
an opposite intrudes.
Walk with me. Here
over the strand tracks
confirm a presence
until tidal sweep
inundates impressions
or scurries of ...
