Friday, February 07, 2020

A blimp rolling through the air
aware and tumbling
on wet clouds
and supernatural obstacles

folds and crumbling clay
rip cords searching the storm
a tree of sleeping leaves.

Courtyards rippling reflected light
bulging moss carpeted tombs.

Pines tall from years of mercy
between the graves
and yarns of unraveling branches
a slim road.

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