Saturday, July 1, 2017

What Kind of Night is This?




Dust filled air and lungs
Plunge for the occasion
The night skies have been hiding until now
Object permanence leaves a silhouette 
like vines upon brick walls
Ripped down
 
 
 
~Tina Meeks

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