Secret Ingredients
Leaving
robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night
Asea
the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind
Eclipse
jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun
–
midday-
the spotlight
stolen
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