Culacino
Circles never joined
the might
Leaving the gap to let
the ant pass by
Glass emptied the wine filtered the
rest to cast away
Winter left the dent for the circle to
cue in the pride.
Junction
Garden dried scorching heat drank
the xylem
Water table plummeting
Roads drilled diagonally crossing
the amphitheater
Let the crowd fight, leave the well
die tomorrow to never see
Crossed lines gain nothing to leave
the junction in abyssal plain.
Blank
A tittle of ink never bothered to appraise
the blanket in the blank
To blow the flow to run
where the ink carried the heart
Tore the page with bleeding
words taking the ride
Kissed the blank
A beauty you are.
