sToRieS

red bricks work in sunlight
building houses on their own
realities imagined in secure
walls of stone
while wolves rewrite their
stories on the faces of the
moon
the little pigs illiterate to the
tattoos of their doom
so all is well with moon and ink
and house and wolf and pig
untill the new day speaks a
truth
one lonely blood red brick

M P 4/3/21