An unfinished melody bounded by cascades, echoing mischievously in the lapse of subconscious whimsy:
they gather hastily
around fires eliciting shadows
the murmur of overdue encounters
emanates, seamless
like echoes sewn in time
amphibious lives, cloaked
beneath perpetual cover, navigating
quartz canopies that hover a promise
heard and unheard
like violin sharp against
the rustling silence
migration of raindrops—
persists the westward march
penned by autumn specters, absent
without explanation