in the pale of
a new Spring,
old men
in sighing
baseball caps
eat hotdogs
in a parking lot
behind the firehall.
steam from
grilled meat.
steam from
lungs.
the heart is
a volunteer,
it leaps
like flame
from lash
and tongue.

words and images of Zak Schafer
an intertidal island awash in the ocean of impermanence
in the pale of
a new Spring,
old men
in sighing
baseball caps
eat hotdogs
in a parking lot
behind the firehall.
steam from
grilled meat.
steam from
lungs.
the heart is
a volunteer,
it leaps
like flame
from lash
and tongue.
an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence. View more posts