he wears light around 
his head like the sun
red roses grow wild 
birds in the air
as three candles rustle 
like leaves
a fish dangles from his 
fingers
that  fish  is  me  and 
desire has opened
my eyes wide



night is a new alphabet
words are obsolete
leaves waken

Meredith Stricker | Everything That Has Black Sounds >>
Contents | Mudlark No. 54  (2014)