Schiaparelli with Katie
It was like finding a ladybird in a cave;
red dome waterfall,
black gothic lace,
we traced flashlight shadows fashioned
into stone,
spread ruby beetle tulle
around our legs.
The still morning
It thundered unkind across the island like a tithe taken in the dark for seeking sanctuary. The force was roaring on beauty - why blow on stone already smooth, scatter water with water? Yet the dawn was an empty lung, a casual sun strolled across the sky the stray cats stretched into the light, Unnerved. Your turn , the towers of palm said, rustle-less; to leave your questions with the storm, the thoughts that bite each other. A white dove flew from a terracotta roof, the sky a fire blue neither were thinking about rain. LJ Ireton, 2024
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