Null Endeavor

 
Trees cut black marks in the evening gray,
a web of bloodless veins drooping earthward,
unable to touch the stars from which
they came.
 
 
By K. Shawn Edgar

Rainbow Vision

Rainbow legging-clad stems, long as an early August afternoon, carry her lithely dancing through the heat of Tanasbourne.

Unencumbered by short skirt, no more than a thin veil fluttering around narrow hips and briefly clinging to smoothly pale thighs, my rainbow vision is the only sign of life in this greyed out crowd.

So I click my heels, not to return home, but to fly over the essential colors of light streaming as a beacon to the pot of gold at their end. 

Shortest Distance Not Between Two Points

All the things that don't happen; if you laid them end to not-beginning it would be a long road of nothing, to nowhere. Like trying less than conceived, and this is not so much a failing as a holding of the bullet in the chamber, undischarged. Never firing means never missing.