Taking pictures on a precarious rock.
Truly inspired.
Power lines harmonic, the 60 cycle hum.
Strange, acoustic properties.
A passing afternoon.
An edgy buzz.
Like AM radio static
dust blown from needle
the scratch before the verse
the album like a scar
the words to what you feel
eerie, nested metaphors
the lime plant closed.
Raw sights of winter.
Perceptual couplings
unedited, glare
skin shared on surface;
strong light averts my eyes
like a watermark sticks, soothes
the lake, my life
phosphorescence—
the flash of fire, driftwood on the beach.
~
Copyright © Kelly Huntson and kellyhuntson.com
Kelly Huntson 