Unseen Hunter

Spoors of industry. Blue, then red, then gold, golden brown, these concentric circles

begin. Rain. The brilliant colors bleed. Blue into dull puce, anemic red, and gold to pale amber against black rocks. A small and silent

trickling becomes a flux. Open wound. Metal quarry, pierced with points of stone. Prey, unseen hunter.

Omar Willey

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