In the dark
sound moves
like a murmuration
of starlings, or dust
spiraling far enough
away to wonder if it’s
a person, the thin,
spinning column
until it collapses
and you know
nothing was there
but sand reaching up.
You imagined it.
Kevin swaying inside
that sound, and joni too,
waiting.
I really love this one. It has such movement, such life. How you pulled it off at hour 24 is truly remarkable.
Ah, I love the imagery of the dust taking form….and that Kevin is in here and Joni. Lovely!! (and at hour 24 too! You were in the groove!)