we didn’t mean to burn the forest down

Standard

More Verin Mathwin

at the jetty we can see the wind
blowing out to stir the sailboat’s cloth
nothing lives outside the stress-torn sand
we live on, shoulder to shoulder at the
end of a roiling eternity
we didn’t mean to set the forest on fire
the great deserts in the center of it all
stand mute proof to the foolishness of
apologies and apologia and all apologism

Limpet

Standard

Good evening. Here is new Verin Mathwin.

lime and limpet lovelies

lay adorned upon the sea

and every mother’s ugly was

a gorgeous sight to me

there’s a mall beside the breakwater

stripped into the wind

the ocean is a rolling thunder

salt spray, scarred in skins