august 31, 2015

soft moon and
a heavy foot, the
emotional alchemist and
tin chariot, elegant in
its decade

forget favours or
nightfall or
feelings

insects popping on
the windshield, how
can you not get sad
when the wings only
beat in the breeze?

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