Rests its comfort

There is a way. Over there, behind the clouds, where the sun lingers . . .

LIGHT IS EVERYWHERE

A lumbering fear resonates under the collar bone, something like a burr.

I know I’m being followed.

I know she’s there, next to my shoulder.

Stinging thoughts converge and take aim.

Yep, that’s what she said.

Sun-rays interspersing.

Smeared and rolled over, thoroughly obliterated and torn.

Soul sorrow brandishes her, dispossesses and stuns her.

Burnt air tastes of ash and smoke. Specks of lined paper rise up on a sweeping current into the sky.

He lingered in the doorway, tall and dark. Bright too, in the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.

Stirring of thought.