A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER

Five white butterflies

slicing the pie of the sky.

Eight ravens flying

out welcome me back from my

morning walk to the newstand.

 BLOOD MOON ECLIPSE

Two bats shadowing
the bricks, leaves shaking silence
like tissue paper.
Our sun is a quiet thumb
nudging the moon's arteries.

We are blind, severed
heads tumbled and lost among
wax wings yellowing
in corners of History's
ever-expectant dustbin.

A cycle begins
again:  this sun disappears,
blood drains from its moon,
more stars are born from darkness
to light up our new, sixth world.