Monday, November 16, 2020

full

 corona full 

linen-stardust lined life 

still 

                      I find you 

    in the scent of seasons 

amidst the change of colors, of wind ... and time 

in the luster of these hazy days 


pools of light 

lie amidst the blue 

tangled in autumn's fire 


are we captor or captive?


isolated upon the hour hand 


i know nothing of how we got here 

except 

here is this 

                season of us 


pressed into surrender by hourglass rides & fast cars


again & again we return to wonder 

return to the pools

of a crisp blue morning 


tethered to stars 



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