Fragmented No 31 by DAH

Damned to this cage, looking
at a blotched mirror / this
divided face …

eyes flying in dreams.

Inside self, used up
/ outside this house,
winter’s heaviness …

double light of darkness.

Sometimes in the air, your
eyes appear / not glowing
but slipping …

not rising but falling.

On the street, under a rusted
sky / a young woman laughs
with another …

the wind keeps to itself.

DAH is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee, and the lead

editor for the poetry critique group, The Lounge. The author of nine books of

poetry, DAH lives in Berkeley, California, and has been teaching yoga to children

in public and private schools since 2005. He is working on his tenth poetry book,

which is due for release in September 2020, from Clare Songbirds Press.   

visit: www.dahlusion.wordpress.com