All Wet and Shine

All Wet and Shine | Cynthia Huntington

It sounds like the cracks and clicks of the house settling
as the room warms in morning, it sounds like a fan
whispered up. It tastes of wood smoke—sweet and then stale.
It looks like the curve of a mountain
under streaked sky, and everything pale blue
just before sunrise, everything translucent,
even stone….

Author: Bill

Stumbling down the Middle Path, one day at a time.

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