Thursday, December 14, 2017


brimmed & rolling
awash in gray softness
snowflake martinis & little fires
pages smelling of daydream's silver snap
resting in chaliced hands
these dusted minutes
may i have another?
one more flight alongside the songbirds
of this winter day
ash wings disappear against the sky
gray to gray
there is no sun today
only mercury

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