the thin air is fact

[saw]

disturbing dreams fall like California ash
the Mid Atlantic sky ablaze with truth
unmoored and tossed about like the spring games
of April when they tend to dominate the narrative

I forgot my gloves in my haste to heal
the morning forced my hands into my pockets
you keep popping up like little sparks of white light
in the eyes of a puma stalking my memories

then just as quickly disappear into an ancient sunset
in Key West when I bought that stained glass rose
from a little shop that went under, gone like a ghost
like a puzzle piece of evaporated time

the thin air is fact not fiction
and I am whole

[judih]

prolific gifts from you this day, Steve.
lines i love in this piece:
"like little sparks of white light
in the eyes of a puma stalking my memories"

"like a puzzle piece of evaporated time"

all your works posted this day are welcome shakes on my perspective. (so, thanks)

[saw]

thanx judih for your heartfelt words....