beware the groan barks
the witch grass pummel foot.
the sea ghosts.
the secret pulleys and levers
up there where we throw the ingots into the fire
before they lose their golden core.
they glow white in the embers, then blue.
darkness pits lit by the gold & red flash
blue deeps, taps, and stormsfelt, buttons, corduroy, wooden shoes, licorice rivers, honeypot eyes, yellow caps with blue stitching, little scenes of life in miniature.
the sacred spaces of my youth.