[Kay Syrah]

Baranoff Falls, by Richard Schmid.

quicksilver
pressed for answers
retreats, reforms, refuses,
disappears, and in sublimated
substance coheres, becomes
atmosphere, the here and not here
moment of light that can only be remembered

[Kay Syrah]

someday


I have chalked my words
upon the walk, in bold
colourful glyphs that waited
for the review of rain,

and tossed with copper pennies
wishes into the fountain,
freighting redundant coins
with singular desires,

put messages in bottles
without postage for return
casting upon the water hope
that lives as long as no reply

and broken backs of fortune cookies,
to find what became of the future
promised upon the crumbs of a meal
done save for the bill,

but I was always careful
not to want too much
from you.

[Neuromancer]

shape shifting
airs
linger
twice
undone