Brett Hetherington

Banner photos: Cornelia Kraft

Singular

 

fold tomorrows rain
 
and under the loose world night
 
play blind on young ground
 
............
 
 
one earth full of single stars
 
blown here by unrelenting years
 
those seas of sorrows know
 
written in liars lines
 
saying
 
come and become the past
 

full like her darkest pity

to show
 
such thought is mine
 
……….
 
 
might I tonight
 
pocket a kinder hour and
 
look long into todays spare quiet
 
 
………...
 
 
a cowboy crowd came

huge under loud confetti tunes

painted horses in everyones glance

glued to street prance frowns

a story played with floating balloon chance

inside a rolled parade