A landscape formed, rocks
that dissolve
over time, inside the cave
smiles are felt,

not seen. From there
a walk along
an unnatural canal,
his eyes don’t adjust

so quickly. A pair
of shades and he’s ready
to destroy myths:

Bats can see.
Tornadoes can pummel
downtown church steeples.
Some people can go

home. He’s not
one of them.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s