Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Still see her (Day 860)

In the subtle hours when imagination 

pirouettes   you may sometimes 

hear drifting clouds play 

a Mozart concerto to the red-blue sky   

listen   you can almost hear   

still see her   sense the unrecognizable   

a guest   uninvited   

but welcome in your house   

still see her   crumpled   

a velvet heap  against an otherwise-empty 

horizon   though you know she is not 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Pixnio

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