cosmic connection

May 10, 2019


gray mist

yellow light

orange path

green salsa

damp, still air

the set of a staged production

as it is about to begin,

but i can feel the ending

it’s the day of leaving

and it’s slipping by,

but i blink and
entertain a fantasy

we might freeze time
by slipping into the village

painted on the truck,

taking sanctuary in the adobe church

if i could only hold the moment

in my hand,

but it is already spilling

through my fingers

yet we still have this
you sitting across from me

your hand in mine,

in the present tense





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