Micropoetry 5-29-2020

in fields of red and blue
where I swim along
|the light wave rays
until they warm the earth

thousands of drops
falling from the sky
each one a word
that leads me down
another path

words aflutter
between a sense of decorum
and the underlying truth

lines in time—
the camera cannot
understand the ways
I draw myself


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