Written by: Jeremy Martin

It pulls at me
Like a memory 
Bend, sway 
Lightning cracks 
Over the watercolor horizon 
I stand, moon-eyed 
To watch as the vitality of the sun
Slips beneath the inky surface 

She wore a crown of mercury 
Falling below forty degrees 
A new fire, lost in the juniper spring

Murky mire, ivory, onyx, and grey
Today's Ophelia, temples florid rose  
Her many layers swell with drink  
Lazy river, great brown god 
I was up to my chin
And now I wade