Love can be loud
chasing strong wings
that lead from
honking to tight circles
Breath fogged windows come down
to clear the closed-in air, to cool the air
closed up beneath midnight
rhinestones and moonstone,
echoing with nocturnal sounds — owls,
frogs, crickets, water riding rocks.
Rain is on its way, heavy and dark,
honeysuckle sweet. Exhale promises,
clear your lungs; leave before the rain sets down
in reflective puddles.
Hey, Bardi. I challenge you to a Syllabic Verse showdown! You name the number 🙂
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