Half Mast

the grey glare

a confederation of clouds

a fog fury

diffused light burning dull

summer chilled to the bone.


temporate skin

thick and thin

the black and white

history inked blood red

on the hood of a car.


it’s pedestrian

this walk a mile

this march step

this one foot in the grave



a blue field of stars

hidden by daylight’s trial

trails the tears again

comfort holds, in our hands,

our heart.

Will SchmitComment