at night,
swimming in a sea of streetlight;
like moons rising ahead
where the road's belly curves out of sight.
(beached now,
waiting for the last buses home;
watching cars drift us by -
ripples of watery glee)
the darkness closes our eyelids;
you slip up a bus and the
shells sing to me
1 comments:
i love the mental image this poem evokes. it just relaxes in this zennish way.
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