Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Dandelion Sun (rewrite)

The days of
dandelion sun
are gone,
evaporated
like the puddle
that we pretended
was a piece of sky
that had fallen
into the yard.

The moon's
snowy owl
white light
shimmers,
projects shadows
that soothe
me as I embrace
them and
let myself
be absorbed
into their
endless night. - Jeff Barnes

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