all the silver hairs
standing up obstinately
“do not go gently”
all the silver hairs
standing up obstinately
“do not go gently”
dog days of summer
Sirius rising with Sun
blood boils into streets
a failure to launch
immediate death for some
slower for others
the haunting presence
in my dreams last night became
sound reality
circling back and forth
loud rotor blades and search light
cutting through darkness
silence returns at hunt’s end
suspect caught but sleep escaped