Summer strophes
Published in
Nov 21, 2022
Looking at rainbows
through the window
that you let a bit more open …
… and then slammed closed again.
Because the night was bathed
in oil and wine,
and promises of river canyons.
Longing for that beard
brined in sea water
that you let me bite and thread …
… and then saved and shaved again.
Because though I was shortsighted
those dark rainbows
can lit the darkest night.
