Lachlan Smith Marks 2016

Red

Red

A wave

The last flower flourishes

The last leaf dies

A garden admits its authority

The non-compete lifts

Red

The rainbow shatters

A dew drop forms

A baseball cap sits low

Red

Time ticks unendingly

Space begins its course

roses continue to grow

a thorn takes another

I feel a wave

Red

The clouds blacken

A gust sweeps with intent

I feel the cold once more

And the bowl shines bright

An unconscious mind drives hope

The door slams shut

Black

A release

Serenity takes form

The seal has broken

The red sea, forms a wave.