Terri Crane
Down the Hall and to the Left

Black jacket shadow
Love's sweet honey surrounds
The moon n stars
Hiding the scars
Inside hollow trees
Fleshy petals
Peeled and impaled
A squirming red box of brick and bone
Move up close
To that place I hold dear
A hot stove's kettle whistles
Butterfly refrains
Yellow and greenish gold
Midnight blue and tiny purple
All vibrate
A swarm of berries on the end of the branch
Out of reach.
E. Mitchell Stone