Micropoetry 5-15-2020

within the waterfall
where fairies lie
he spins the world
in a dance between
his fingertips

washed to sea
where he watches me
still in the eyes of night

lying with the spirits
as I speak to her
in another realm

roundabout in a whirlwind
she’s never left her home

drifting off
until I’ve turned into
a fox that slips between
another’s sleep


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