impauvrement

amed, bali, october 2026

sparseness

you want verses to be

vast evening skies

afterglows hiding

their embers

trees you feel

better shed their leaves

do not songs belong

to barrenness

we

scattered words

swept from the page

drifting in its margin

our night is long

we keep watch here

over the one word

closer of the circle

you do not see