rain is jewel blue
and the forest’s amber
traps wildlife
in its crystal gazes
we remember
a time of oceans
through songs and stories
but our only experience
is of what blue rain
we collect
and the sparse dew
we harvest
from butterfly wings
but now let
skeletal birds fly
through scarlet air
and let us once again remember
oceans
BIO: Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Pink Litter, Triadæ, and Welter, among others.