#robert-eriksson

tips homes, yields loam, 

typhoon loops loess, a 

cove, wanes alight, 

torn. Night, dull, 

tiles of earthlight, 

rests netted stagnate,

sunshine, moonrise, daytime. 

Lays old in age of rain, oil 

pits domes, fields lone, 

python stoops low, a

dove, wails afight,

borne. Light, lull, 

ides of birthright, 

nests petted dagweight, 

stunwhine, noonwise, jaydine.

hillside flashes bolts, puddles gather 

as the dots gravel colors assault in

somersaults, iodine and salt, carries 

the dams at riverends the sands of 

yesteryear, as umber clears between 

fall's margin cut, shine of sun as old 

ice sets boulders on slow corrode, 

hails wide shut as the birds of the 

earth journey, the beds of the world 

simmer and stop, ash convoy opposed 

only, by gales of spring and sulphur's rot