Micropoetry 5-28-2020

as time winds
along a valley
that never ends
until we fall to sea

when light
has fallen upon our skin
and the world has opened
to possibility

another night
when cars have passed
and the world
has turned to silence
on a midnight corner
lit by changing lights
and the stray shop
that’s open for the night

with the dyes
of another place
as all begins to drain
to another day

drawn in simple colors
they bask in modern adulation



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