Making Mud

I have been a poor collector,

abandoning hope after hope

enchantment after enchantment
charm after charm.

Instead
I collect wooden bowls
and in turn they collect dust
the dust waits for rain
the rain waits for clouds
and mud waits for alchemy.

BFM

Monsoon

Wet, you.

Oppressive, you.
Humid, you.

The smell,

…you.

BFM

Tumbling Heights

Poets may not be hero tough, but we can walk between clouds. Live off thin-thin air. Shoot flaming arrows at the stars, tumble gods to earth.

B.F.M.