Last dew glimmers on grass
and gives in, winking off til tomorrow:
there’s no shame yielding to this sun
Rugged boots on
hiding flesh and bone that still shakes
a little
I step forth onto schizophrenic paths
that for now are solid
Today, the verge incense sways and envelops,
intoxicating, masking the usual decay
and loss
enabling a contemplation
that holds til yappy pups cut it,
angry that no one made them bigger
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC
Last dew glimmers on grass
and gives in, winking off til tomorrow:
there’s no shame yielding to this sun
Rugged boots on
hiding flesh and bone that still shakes
a little
I step forth onto schizophrenic paths
that for now are solid
Today, the verge incense sways and envelops,
intoxicating, masking the usual decay
and loss
enabling a contemplation
that holds til yappy pups cut it,
angry that no one made them bigger
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