Green Peas at Stake

Inside the Dark

Dark practices spells
to change everything
without touching;
shapes paled like roots
climb out of the floor
letting me pace among them.
When icy feet bump
into fierce, dreamless things,
stifling a moan,
I attempt to ward off--in vain--
other woes
that surface
in ebony waves.

For "Poets' Practice Pad"