Dear night
recovered from
bleeding day
which denied its child
for the charms
of the street
The snow can be a pillow
and the winter
will guard against
the gods stuck in the motion
of a blink
The garden will
shatter beneath feet
and the grey pond
will be the best reflection
and the breeze
will be yours
to take from the dawn.
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Poet, pseudo-philosopher, blue collar overnight worker, former cook, vegan, coffee drinker, independent author of This Sentimental Education, Back Pocket Book and Distilled! and A Northern Elegy and Back Pocket Book. Student of languages and linguistics, and the mind behind kjpgarcia.wordpress.com.
July 1, 2012 at 11:38 am
Pleasant thought, snow as pillow for the night, very lovely throughout this metaphorical wonder…
July 1, 2012 at 11:40 am
Thanks.