Thursday, September 14, 2023

 The Vision That Fills My Soul

Cicadas are a dog whistle to the end of summer
a bold whisper against the cool breeze and clear autumnal sky
laundry waving on a line

pencil in my life - sketch or an outline
of time passing by
like a speeding Amtrak

click clack against the rails, my heartbeat
the engine's thrum, my rushing blood

I wouldn't stop until I see that smile in front of the sun, cheeks turned up making your eyes tight and teeth like soldiers at bold attention, proclaiming thier victory.

until colored
leaves filter sun 
and alchemize her fingers
gold and that is
the vision that
fills my

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