fall asleep like Raspberry Truffle
cotton balls, afloat, surround
angelic renderings of
six, seven steam ships in Still
mayhap a stitch’ed sunset, red
as backdrop flush set
lost Wax Moulds broken
shards swept ‘way, wasted
pandered Smirks gainly giv’n
breathing in, then out, in Symphony
murky water swilling
glance about, a steadied gaze past
raised Figures of Cardboard cut
beyond his shadow-screen partition
plaster that grin of disembodied ease
time’s hooks abandoned
(or yet to be found)
for tea and orange marmalade on scone
how robins may stroll
a side-walk paired saunter
Shadows flung from sun and shingles
grounded to hardened warmth
a minute and five, but soon enough
recalling Wings, soar forth
ember-led under blush’ed cloud wisps
and views from Crab Park
the self-deceiv’ed core stutters on
a curious shell of Once Upon
seasonal treason
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I really like this one, I like the way you kept going back to the color red. Especially because most of the things you talked about don’t typically make me think of the color red. It made them feel more rich and important and warm than they are in my imagination normally. Kudos.