Micropoetry 6-8-2020

of a dozen little sins
in the kiss goodbye

dyed in red
he lives to drink
another day

all over for the lost
among the flow of history
left unwritten

written in the outlines of time
the traces of a story left untold

pulling away
as the smoke dissolves
and the air
has turned to calm

awash in wine
among the seams
of another night
away from the cities
of burnt out lights

colors neat
mixed and separated
ready to paint the canvas
in all the ways
the artist pleases

no voices
left at home
when the hour comes
for her to be alone

huddling in a corner
waiting for the word
to walk the steps of light


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