searching
for the words
each want
is a wish
waiting
to be fingered
followed
figured
formed between you
and your desire
I stand near where
the Moon will crawl
along the bell tower
in the footsteps of the Sun
I impale myself
with intracellular lament
under these maple trees
glowing beautifully
past dusk toward midnight
these old guards
are street lamps
in the woods
as night settles in
for a story
gravity is a goddess too
she rides in neon dropping
bowed to evening
she smiles and says
I am
bright enough
to read you by
EJR ©
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