Corbin Buff

It Was Like Carriages

when you spoke it was like carriages
burdened with moonlight flying
over the broken roads
in my mind

like the birds
all stopped their singing
and flocked to stare at me
at once

it was like
caged animals
were reborn free
beneath a green tree
in autumn

like boats
that never knew a captain
set out
on their own accord
beneath a bleeding sky
that the moon
and stars
abandoned

 

Corbin Buff is a freelance writer living in western Montana. His poetry has appeared in Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Verse-Virtual, Cajun Mutt Press, After Hours, and elsewhere.