Added on by Archer Dougherty.

by Archer Dougherty


Blowing the white dandelion seeds

Silently tells the time.


- a girl, with worn out shoes and her head through the door;

Small soft seeds placed in a small green bowl

Kept for later.

The sapphire morning in its slow unfurling

- rising, soaring! A timeless burning


A pink evening.

The door has shut of its own accord.


- the clock, now; amber mechanic, a furrowed brow,

…the velvet shadows wrap around

An empty bowl.

The heavy rustle, a whisper creaking – and a sleeping

Dog; black and silent on the floor.