Sunday, April 12, 2020

The Romance of a Rain-Soaked Desert

False dawn of the city
Glowing below the wrong horizon

Completely unseeable new moon
Somewhere in the clearing sky

Not today of course not
Some other time

If we ever saw each other
We had no idea we had

As when you were reading this
And couldn’t hardly recognize

Me or yourself in the phrases that fell
Between all the times that all sank

To the bottom of my mind
Well under these watery lines

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