I'm at the Superstitions: it's
nightfall
and the moon is close to
full, one smirk away from
solid-
I'm looking at the sky,
neck crooked up, and
waiting for the curtain of dusk to
pull her dressings closed and show
her stars
to me
I've found
the buried gold
in
Lost
Dutchman's Park.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
I'm at the Superstitions: it's
nightfall
and the moon is close to
full, one smirk away from
solid-
I'm looking at the sky,
neck crooked up, and
waiting for the curtain of dusk to
pull her dressings closed and show
her stars
to me
I've found
the buried gold
in
Lost
Dutchman's Park.