Wind, stone, and flower. A terrible power
swerves above the desert sea, the coral gardens
rise within the sandy waves, a hidden current
electrifies the desperate day – slow pulsations
form in swirling music tracing tattoo carvings on the silent air.
The stone admits the wind –
a deadly flower unfurls its poisonous wings
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.