in the half moonlight
orange cones glow
orange cones glow
like those along a disturbed highway
there's no reason for cone-descension
these are not pseudocones;
these are not pseudocones;
slip one into a bottle
and watch it
open to you
and watch it
open to you
2 comments:
pining for my beloved
passing pines along a river
path where
we saunter, now,
alone,in mid
day glare,
pining for her
presence
then
a rush of waves
reflecting a moon
only preparing
to glow
when our paths
together
shimmer
Thank you, Anon -- it's a wonderful piece :)
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