Saturday, May 7, 2011

melting smarties

he gazes out at the 5 oclock shadow on the skyline
a dusky, hairy silhouette bathed in a melancholy orange glow

beautiful; he is glad to have something to remember it by

he steps out; the wind screams at him
and for a second the skyline is crooked

the colors all blur into each other like melting smarties in a child’s hot hand

the ground embraces him, like a lover home from the war
and with her arms wrapped around him
he finally falls asleep
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