as far as you wish
move away from the light
there’s nothing moving here
just melt into the night
and maybe someone will help you
repay the life you’ve loaned
whisper you a snowflake
whenever you mourn
someone who gather flowers all along
from the time you felt reborn
but it ain’t me babe
of that i’m sure
don’t mistake lucifer for the lord.
i met them two
ladies, at 4th and Brannan.
their face had given up
on wrinkles.
their hair was warm as
the lord’s blessing
any given Sunday.
and colored as bright as
Lucifer’s face.
their bent back pointed
towards the future
of us.
all of us.
one of them had colored
dotted socks on.
maybe they matched.
or that was the trick?
the other one had the
sleight of the bluest southern skies.
they were both out
and about at an AM in the morning
when you’d still be regretting
the existence of your loneliness
or awkwardness of last night
in your dreams.
them?
i’ve never seen a smile so contagious.
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