Jordan Wall Poems

I looked beyond a bramble of miles
scoured its saunter
made black with the trails of moonlight
and pondered
...

When I look
I see a shuffling fade
a ghost of need
blurred in the rain
...

There is a waste of words
when all
is manufactured and marketed for war

nearly,
...

There was this defining color
banded but flourishing,
when I closed my eyes with my blanket,
when I saw these earthen plumes
...