Black and White Spaces

Black and white spaces

where moths flutter and land on my wrist

They deliver me new colorful arrows.

These ones I’ve been shooting

at the sky keep disappearing into the clouds.

I found one of yours and embedded it deep into the desert, thinking perhaps I have dodged a bullet.

Black and white spaces

where I build a shrine

crafted with words, desire, jasmine flames

the smell of magnolia flowers

What is the ghost that walked with you trying to say?

Think of all the days of kite flying

A dragon kite from Japan town

Flying away from us while we run

to catch it

the kite string broke and

Riding bikes with a herd of white tail deer.

Watch the red velvet ants come out

it means the rains are coming

and Cochise stronghold is on fire.