Poetry by Darren C. Demaree

Black & White Picture #159

Define the precious
in the stone.
I no longer can.


Black and White Picture #157

When the land went off
the weather vane, took the weather off
the question marking
& slung it all back to the chaos
did we panic as much as we are now?
When all of the air, super-charged
as it is, becomes about guessing
how can we prepare for the sparks
that burn through the low-valley?
If the world is not a rooted system,
connecting weed to tree to vine,
then is it an animal? What new best,
what new burst will come with Belle?

{Poetry by Darren C. Demaree}