Saturday, February 6, 2010

Verse: Reverie

Rather than serenade
the roly poly retreating sun

she cradled the
crescent moon

clutching it
in her cushioned kiss

she blew bubbles that
rolled and bounced

off the sides of
serrated satellites

threw arcs of light up
like confetti

and painted the heavens
in ghost colours

that glided down
the sky

to kiss the earth

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