Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Fall Sshh
Sun slides behind where suns go to doze
after the frolic. But now my arm doesn't
smell worth its own bottle anymore.

Breathing on it won't summon it either.

Water blinks on my window pane
Zigzagging every which way and
with it informs me

my favorite lady at the metro corner
won't come out today with buckets
filled with garden flicks for my
greedy-for-beauty eyes.

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