gingerly, greedily
lapping up outside dust
as it gathers on the lips
a svelte view
if you sit still
long enough,
you can see the horizon
fall away
leaving you the conductor
of a new proscenium
gingerly, greedily
lapping up outside dust
as it gathers on the lips
a svelte view
if you sit still
long enough,
you can see the horizon
fall away
leaving you the conductor
of a new proscenium
It’s weird because I wrote a poem recently about a window. It had the same kind of vibe, too.
Great work!
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Thanks so much! Great minds…
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Nice write.
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Thanks!
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