Sunday, November 10, 2019

at six o'clock

i took a glass of bourbon from the flame
and threw it to the moon

waxing gibbous
96% luminous

spell cast

there now
we are here
the other side of missing smells of snow forecast
pink twilight calling night
Joni playing looping unmoving
there now
we are here

there is no ache
no yearn
no burn
for that golden field

the thread remains
longing wanes

becoming a glass full of the smell of leaves burning
waiting to be sipped with long-eared owls & secrets
tine is wasting--waiting
can you taste it on the back of your tongue?
ahh ... you still taste me

throw it to the moon with a glass of bourbon at half past six

conjuring the other side of missing

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