A Poem for…

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Ty Sugg on Unsplash

And suddenly the stars are up to greet the sun, in long distanced cool warders of lilac milk and cave dwelling fairies. The shadow plays on the wall. The over under arching broken back red dust pyres of stone in Arizona. Windows to something much deeper and much more relevant to our story. The soul makes an appearance on the stage then dances away. The heart beats still within its ribbed cage…