She
bathed in moonlight
stirring stars
from
silent river beds.

Talented fool that I am,
I keep looking for myself
In the words that I write,
And I come up empty.




Copyright/All rights reserved  Audrey Howitt 2011

hold up the sky with rain-kissed
fingertips, I'd never dare to ask whether
you find solace in cotton clouds or cool blue
atmosphere, dare to
risk a return to wherever it was I
existed before

the weather knows nothing will
change
              how could anything?

perpetual dreaming is
a nice way to live, provided
one is secretly awake

Good evening, lettuce.

You are not long
for this world.