You, who saw it all,
Captivated
By a flash of tulle
Aptly waited
For dusk to fall
Like a wash of cool,
Blue ink on paper
As white light
Smiled, unforgiving
Unto midnight
The wild, living
Song cried
A stark shadow,
Markings on the
Lark sparrow.
-mmd. 2019
Photography by Rick Poston
Minneapolis