The writings of Hunter Coch

Two Tankas of dust

Time lost to the sun,
the world seems warprd by ancent
glass and small quivers.
Memories rush to fill
life’s desertion to the sand.

Life in the dark shines,
but a life in hot light thirsts,
Longing under heat,
and visions of moist vistas,
turned to dust on inspection.

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