Where are the eyes? the eyes
of the dead, watching from
the darkness. A flame erupts,
ignites the iris, reflecting back.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Where are the eyes? the eyes
of the dead, watching from
the darkness. A flame erupts,
ignites the iris, reflecting back.