Summon

Until the next passage,
hours await the thing that will
summon

To activate
what remains
on the shelf above,
a box full of snapshots
loved

Lagging behind
where yesterdays
awaken

Moments that feed possibility

 

Missing

In between the lines
reads silently rootless

Flowering colors
float away on a cloudy breeze

Gray mist hovers
hiding victories

Missing an unknown place
Where the colors go without a trace

 

Exoskeletal

Two rays shone down

long enough to see bare branches

Leaves strewn, atop any footprints

in the ground

Exoskeletal remains

Duty bound

yet floundering

Washed ashore

In the tides

colliding