Waking to a yellow poisonous sky in Paris
A dark kitten purrs softly on my hotel window ledge….
I cross the early empty streets toward a taxi….
Heavy fog at gateway
Small rabbits running across the tarmac….
In the airport lounge in San Francisco hours later
Sipping an old crow and seven…..
Later in a rainstorm in a phone booth
I light a cigar….
Drifting toward a waking dream….
A white field of broken skulls in Yemen
The only darkness the holes….
Where their eyes were…
Lines from a revisited image