Thursday, May 15, 2014

Mond

Dead mirror sky door
glow we call very round
I did not call the town
by its real name it was
a mimic of my mind my
thinking a body almost
mine where I lived moving

Each day the glint grows
too much to photograph
what did you fall in love with
was it someone or some place
thing just beyond direct reach
what grows could be harvested
cut or left as is what will it be

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