The mine stands before the audience and pretends to cry. He wears the night’s performance like a new suit. The sun dries the sea with anxious eyes burning down— a rhapsody of dreams expiring. As wingless as a bee the mine blinks, and moves in circles, faceless as a stone … a vapor reflection in a clear mirror, the mime becomes wind, arguing amongst the garden trees.
About the Poet:
Timothy Resau’s Prose & Poetry have recently appeared in Poetica, Abstract Magazine TV, Soul-Lit, Lothlorien Poetry, Superpresent, The Poet, The Decadent Review, Green Ink Poetry, Red Wolf Editions, e.ratio, The Sparrow’s Trombone, Better than Starbucks, Fictional Café, Poetry Quarterly, BlazeVOX, Ephemeral Elegies, The Metaworker, KGB Bar Literary Journal, in Origami Press.
Find him at www.words-by-tim.com