It\u2019s been a week of heat.
\nSo little rain.
\nThe moon orange with age.
\nMist hugging the walls,
\na sarcophagus August.
\nVanishing roads
\nwith no destination,
\nno coming or going.
\nI bury despair in the pillow.<\/p>\n
This will pass.
\nA meteor fell last night.
\nI saw its trail of light,
\na wavering feather,
\na warning
\nthat the sky can fall,
\na world perish,
\ntime leave its bottle
\nand wash everything
\naway.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It\u2019s been a week of heat. So little rain. The moon orange with age. Mist hugging the walls, a sarcophagus August. Vanishing roads with no…<\/p>\n