February 2021

Fog against the prison fence.

        Crows eating crumbs
            from the generous.

The yard’s secure
            with extra guards.

Birdsongs interlace
               their scraggly gaits.

I see you peeking timidly
from between the skeletal bars
of your bleached, bony fortress,
vibrant colors a sign of defiance
in this scorched grayscape.
I hear your silent exclamation
of resurgence and rebirth.

Your seed burrowed deep
as the buck sheltered you
from the raging furnace above.
He must...