Saturday, July 21, 2018

Daylight Psychodelica

I am covered in stars.
Speak to me.

The sun is at 80%.
Leaf foil. Spider thread.

Dusk is a verb
rapidly approaching.

The shadow dance of the trees
has been going on
for thousands of years.

They have more hands
than we have hearts.

I see it now: they are waving
goodbye, as if

this is a party
and we are the last to leave.