Into the Distance

Into the Distance

by Rebeca Thomas

smoky images from nostrils

smoke of bones

spirit of what remains

ghostly figures

dancing in the distance

beyond the winking jack-o-lanterns

Among the flying fish tethered

to the privet

like red balloons

praying for flight

beyond the reflection

of the tethers

that we tie

to ourselves

tying and tied

to a moldy mattress

covered in rosebuds

Hear the melody, it’s the song

of the blue anole

With sounds and scents

of mouthed

unspoken

whispers