Thursday, July 27, 2017

45th avenue and park st.

with some kind of longing
i watched the fingernail
of a moon

what the yearning
measured or means
i do not know

my mind
revealed the feeling
then closed a door

this happens
to all of us
more than you can count

i overwhelmed
this random melancholy
with a thought of you

sharing the same dusk
seeing this thin moon
rising up

beguiled now by
the silhouette of trees
and eves

the random flight
of birds going home
for the night

a simple happiness
beguiled now
with a thought of you


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A




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