Monday, March 8, 2010

sometimes

In the twilight of a powerful red and orange
The rods flicker in the strong breeze
Buttons topped up and up
Standing on a row of planks above water
Patiently waiting for their dinner
What stars that shine with a wavering light
Crosses formed between each shimmer
Arm in arm they lay
In moments of mere bliss
A bliss that rings with rarity
Peers under the night sky
On their pier
The great escape

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