Autobiographic, Thanatotic, Poetic 

by Aaron Pinnix
Imagining satellites’ vision
I see them passing
even in city when at sunset
light reflects off their metal shells,
shine briefly flare
then disappear.
A palimpsest of images overlap 
at night in Manhattan
trees appear against 
purple lit full moon
like fingers in trees 
the lungs of genetic memories 
each in subtle ways.
Everything with a sense of fullness
an air of expectation,
a slow rumble of spring storm,
a strong moving current,
pink on mien.