Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Sunset at Johnny Rockets

As multiple heavens send their rays
Down through thick-necked cloud
A bearded soul with seashell robes
Wails at how unjust they dance
Upon this glistening floor
Bereft except for separate things
Moving in mute force
How they refuse to lose their harmony
To all our whistling prods
As if we are that lonely girl
Demanding more than one
Fragmentary color
Of helium on a string at supper.

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