New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
And all the parents shut their
Lights out
The night goes about its business with the teens
Carefully tucked in its pockets.
Posted in response to the challenge Stars.
When I was very little, my Mom took me on a trip to Arizona. She was strong back then, a long-time hiker just like my dad was when the two still knew each other.
My mind trailed off on a summer day
Through the hot sappy forest,
Off the road until it met the sand.
I woke up in the golden sunny ocean,
And decided I might stay awhile.
art is love and love pushes through.
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